Troubled

Sippin' sniffin' coke
And dealing with Miami's heat
You must be up in the kitchen
'Cause I smell ya burning beef
Fuck with me
Bring ya piece
I'll bring mine
And keep the peace
Duck ya B
Pray for me
Aiming at ya family
We never sleep
We smoking weed
Make your cough
A fatality
Hard to believe
You'd fuck with me
Must not have met the family (Huh?!)

Ara inche sape
Got a bitch who gives me sloppy
Homies working for that cake
I just happen to be the topping
Boy you flopping
Like a fish up out of water
Don't you bother
Call ya father
To negotiate a barter
Bless the vice
And bless my father
And them nigguhs without fathers
Cause I look up to the sky
And I thank my holy father
'Bout to go off like a martyr
I don't give a fuck
'Bout a bitch or her silly drama
I'm just putting in this work
So I can retire my mama
She can finally make up
For all the work that she's fuckin missing
Hit up Mr. Matthews
Like "What you got on my Momma's Lincoln?"

Hire my nigguhs as bodyguards
'Cause they move weights
And they hit hard
It's true that the apple didn't fall far
Cause we unload
Then we discard
Homie I reign from the deep south
Run me the ones
Instead of your mouth
All of a sudden
I chop them like muttons
And nigguhs be looking for copouts
Hermanos que fajaron
Para una Cuba libre
Vengo con la mascara
Como si fuera lucha libre
Yo soy el tigre, yo soy el oso
Tengo el hambre como el lobo
Si se meten con mi gente
Me convierto a un loco

The tribe consists of familia
Working on making millions
Im tryna live off my billings
Tryna buy me some buildings
So when they think that I'm finished
My kin gon' pick up the business
And in a matter of minutes
We got it flipped like some gymnasts
Sick and tired of homies
That had me thinking we're brothers
Until the ride started roughin'
And then you quickly discover
No matter the cost of the ticket
Heaven will come with no cover
No matter how thirsty the bitches
I'm only feasting with brothers
Have you face down on the rug
With El Calvo y El Niño
You aint fuckin with my plugs
You don't even speak the lingo
Fuck you gringo, hit the piso
'Fore you fucked and greet the pistol
Catch a missile
Have you steady growing thistles

You gon' understand my come up
When they fucking dig ya up
You gon' understand the Vice
When my homies running up
You gon' understand the price
When the heater turning up
You gon' appreciate this warning
If your clique keeps fucking up
Bitches screaming when they see me
Like they won a game of bingo
Wet like miso, wet like miso
Have her screaming Jesus Cristo
Thought I would find some happiness
If I graduated school
Here's the truth
That shit's boof
Only time I'm really happy
Is when I'm popping pills with Gü$
Not to mention my accounts
Always seem to be overdue
Had me bending over backwards
So I started bending rules
Up in the booth
Made a couple promises
So now it's time to follow through

Ima keep a squad about twenty bitches all oriental
I can turn it down a couple notches
And still surpass your full potential
So how ya figure
You got this shit figured out
My talk actually can walk
While you running your mouth