Trouble
Voices in my head- every day is a struggle
One day I might burst pop off like imma bubble
Wylin out in public, never fraid of a rumble
Try to stay humble but I tumble- i'm in trouble
This girl wants me dead- she don't care how i feel
Erasing me from history- I guess it wasn't real
Maybe this is all just part of the drilll
So a nigga gettin bags and chasin the bills
Focus on myself - no more skippin meals
Come sit on my couch- call me dr phil
A calm in the storm, i'm sick of the thrill
As long as my fam good and my pockets filled
Afraid of the stress, avoid it for weeks
Done apologizing- take one for the streets
Sending paragraphs? you know you talking to me
You know my feeling creep up whenever i speak
I'm real one- my heart on my sleeve
I'mma hustler (baby) -i got what you need
You Look out for you- Don't look out for me
I'm swinging on the branches - of family tree
You picking flowers baby
Damn where can we meet?
Oh the streets huh?
A rose in concrete
A Gilded flower
We vibing for hours
Came a long way from all the golden showers
Now i'm rapping bout money hoes and power
And you the only one that i wanna devour
Time passed... nothing was the same
Now i'm switching lanes tryna run the game.
I'm goin insane
I want success you keep the fame
Waitin for da weekend . to remind you again
Wit me baby u got a lot to gain
This shit coming from brain
One day I might burst pop off like imma bubble
Wylin out in public, never fraid of a rumble
Try to stay humble but I tumble- i'm in trouble
This girl wants me dead- she don't care how i feel
Erasing me from history- I guess it wasn't real
Maybe this is all just part of the drilll
So a nigga gettin bags and chasin the bills
Focus on myself - no more skippin meals
Come sit on my couch- call me dr phil
A calm in the storm, i'm sick of the thrill
As long as my fam good and my pockets filled
Afraid of the stress, avoid it for weeks
Done apologizing- take one for the streets
Sending paragraphs? you know you talking to me
You know my feeling creep up whenever i speak
I'm real one- my heart on my sleeve
I'mma hustler (baby) -i got what you need
You Look out for you- Don't look out for me
I'm swinging on the branches - of family tree
You picking flowers baby
Damn where can we meet?
Oh the streets huh?
A rose in concrete
A Gilded flower
We vibing for hours
Came a long way from all the golden showers
Now i'm rapping bout money hoes and power
And you the only one that i wanna devour
Time passed... nothing was the same
Now i'm switching lanes tryna run the game.
I'm goin insane
I want success you keep the fame
Waitin for da weekend . to remind you again
Wit me baby u got a lot to gain
This shit coming from brain
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Writer(s): Corbin Bethurem
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