Trouble
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
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
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Writer(s): Aweke Emkulu
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