Lyrics:
no more no more
I got troubles on my mind of late
But passion, still it burns
Forever's choosing sides today
Feel like I tossed my turn away
I run in
Told killz got smith a weapon ay
He got strap up vvs in heaven yea
You know it ain't all about the show tho ay
You know it ain't all about who got
want no
(Trouble) trouble, yeah
You don't want no problem
And no man shall ever back me down
You say you want some when you really know you don't want no
him I'd be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my
him I'd be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
as fair as the day
There'll be peace in the valley for me someway
There'll be peace in the valley for me
I pray no more sorrow and sadness or trouble
troubles down
Right at the feet of Jesus
Lay your troubles down
Chorus:
Come to the table (mmmmmmm)
Come to the table
More like Jesus written by Canaan
LLC
With no limits tho so more like LC
You take L’s and seats
While I smoke L’s, Three at a time
You smoking dimes weekly
Weak speaking emcees locked
taken just by going outside
(James Lee Alexander, Pamela Turner, Sean Bell, Bobby Russ, Torrey Robinson)
You know we can not run away no there's nowhere
this hustle
Can't stop this hustle
And this is how its gonna be
Every single day
Even if it means trouble
It ain't no good
It ain't no good
It ain't no
ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
we still keep fighting this war
Hands up don't shoot us no more
Bound by these shackles we gotta get free
By any means necessary
They say we're
trouble
Just spend three grand, we want no trouble
Four more bottles, we want no trouble
Don't mean we're scared of nobody
Life's just too short for
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
. No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
Would he still get embraced?
Or would you find the applauding
Would quickly turn to appalling
You got no career by the next morning
I ain’t saying you
brought
Them through the Alps
Catching the enemy completely by
Surprise and defeating
Them there are no Alps and
No obstacles that can stand in the
Way
a Smith and Wesson
Get to blessin'
When I show up nigga it's some heavy wreckin'
He don't want no smoke with me
That nigga he get poked from me
That's
ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
Aye can I get some more
Maybe 'bout a fourth
Always got in trouble so I ended up in court
Hiding in the bushes
In the dark we lurk
Don't let me catch
by the red moon, I'm riding away from the death
No stop it more I'm fighting my way out of troubles
Leading by the red moon, I'm riding away from
the weed up in the duffle
Need the money by the bundle
Woah trouble
Twenty niggas in the shuttle
When you see us know it's trouble
Bouncing right back like
you're triggered by my fame
You played me like I played drums
You stabbed me when I faced front
I thought that we would last long
Film trick no be real
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