Trouble (feat. 44 Mafia)

I'm all troubled bored and babbled. Time to say goodbye Search and catch and slice and bash. There's nothing close your eyes I am in trouble I cannot fumble Chance I was given make plays like I'm Pippen Lord knows I am driven but I am not trippin' I'm beating my demons little by little I'm making some progress please don't belittle But if I am honest all I hear are riddles Riddle me this why is my life a mess? But I feel bliss bliss Baggin' up hoes like it's Christmas. Pussy is tastin delicious She wanna ass on her wish list. I told her fitness. Come on lil' baby now listen I'm in a trap like the kitchen. I had to sit in detention I get a rack for a mention. I'm chargin tax for a sentence I'm wearin' rappers expensive. Niggas supposed to ask for attention I remember back in the day. Minimum wage. Hittin' them licks to get paid I used to spend what I made. Now I get bands for the stage I'll stop the guap and the steak. I need a mop and a rake Career that came with a gate. LA big estate. Damn I'm great Yeah mama I'm famous. Tryna get Juice WRLD famous Lucid Dreams when I'm wakin'. She got that shit on her playlist Chop a whole 30 not vacant. I'm in the studio wasted If it's the blunt I'ma face it. If niggas trip I'ma lace it If it's not percs that I'm takin' I'm off of Addie I'm racin' I do the liquor not chasin'. I'm in this bitch and I'm faded 44Mafia in this bitch You know what the fuck it is nigga Run this shit back Play that shit at the top of the fuckin' notch nigga Know what I'm sayin'? Fuck with me fuck with my nigga man You know how we get down around this bitch Mafia shit nigga I'm with the clique and the mafia. Sam and I don't do trilafia I had no option. Ran up a bet like a stocking Two to three racks that I'm droppin'. Look at the jeans that I'm rockin' I got the moves and the rhymin's. I got some truths in my closet Open the door we go shoppin'. Burnin' these streets that's exotic I'ma abuse these narcotics. Butterfly coupe for the dough I'm pushin' two of these hoes. Lord I got used to the tone I had to switch it to rose. Now I pull up in a rose I give your bitch a new rose. She hit a sexual pose I'm in the six with my woes. New leather seats and a ghost Look like I run with the pope. I'm on the yacht got my gun on the boat Louis V print monogram on the coat. Lay on the map dip a dick in the throat Racks in the bank and I feel like the dope. Goin' in the mall and walk out with the most Laugh to the bank but it ain't no joke. Crack cocaine when I spit this dope If it's war then we bring gun smoke. Pussy nigga Who am I to say "you decide today? If I live or die" that is not okay Life is full of change Numbing all the pain. Numb with novacaine Numb with no escape. Numb can't feel a thing Now to rearrange Who I wanna be. Who I wanna see When I look in the mirror Wipe the fog to see clearer Will he be full of fear or Will he overcome Under the sun nigga I feel numb Yuh I feel so damn numb. Yuh I feel so damn dumb And I'm done with this shit. And I'm done with this bitch And I'm done with this lick. And I'm done with this clique Yeah I'm gone. Yeah I'm gone Like I'm Zoom I'm a I'm a ghost like Danny Phantom She want dick like she can't handle I don't know