Trouble$

Mr. No good program, the shenanigans
Four door bucket packed out like Anderson
Callin' up Brandon' like nigga with the bidnezz?
Heard a nigga had a problem
Knock him down with the swiftness

Motherfuckin' mission, rollin' solo with that Equalizer
Creasy with the scope, yes, men on fire
Spot him, got him, walk him down, Michael Myers

Ten toes down, but the joints stay up
Two step to the funk with the truth in my cup
Take it down by the sip
Crooked letters in the script
For the love ones that I miss
For the love ones that I miss

Every moment that I miss
Broken piece, I try to fix
In every war in which
Me, myself, I had to enlist

Battle against giants
Ran that fade with Debo
God made man
But this Colt will make us equal

Troubles are a testimony
Feelin' real funny in the bitch
Real funny in the bitch
The sun is on me
The sun is on me
The sun is on you
The sun is on you

Someone needs a testimony
Feelin' real funny in this bitch
Real funny in the bitch

Troubles on me
Troubles on me
There's trouble on you
There's trouble on you

I got two phone calls
One to my wife and the other one to God
One to show my love and the other for the flaws
Other for the flaws
Other for the flaws

Long talks with the Lord
Show him my vision board
Motivation comes with inspiration
Niggas can't afford
You can wave the white flag
Or you can raise the sword
Either way it go, my nigga
Guess the choices all yours

So I
The choices all yours
So I
The choices all yours
So I
The choices all yours
So I
The choices all yours

Make that monster look himself up in the mirror
Keep the bullshit, lil' nigga can't hear ya
No, I don't feel ya
No, I don't feel ya
No, I don't feel ya
No, I don't feel ya

There's a beauty in the struggle
But that bitch can get ugly
Ain't no sunshine
But the day's still lovely
Yeah, I'm at peace when the nature come and hug me
Nature come and hug me
Nature come and hug me

Got some trees in my jar and it lookin' like the Amazon
Me and Mary Jane got her t-shirt and her panties on
Feast like Raheem on the eve of Eid Ramadan
Land of the lost and I lay my head in Babylon

I need Zion like the N.O
Break bread with my brother, slidin' for my kinfolk
Part the red sea for them blue notes
You know
I die for every nigga in this motherfuckin' four door
But I'm solo
So I'm

Testimony
Feelin' real funny in this bitch
Feelin' funny in this bitch
The sun is on me
The sun is on me
The sun is on you
The sun is on you

But the troubles are testimony
Feelin' real funny in this bitch
Feelin' funny in this bitch

The troubles on me
The troubles on me
The troubles on you
The troubles on you

I got two phone calls
One to my wife and the other one to God
One to show my love and the other for the flaws

The other for the flaws
The other for the flaws

I got two phone calls
One to my wife and the other one to God
One to show my love and the other for the flaws

The other for the flaws
And the other for the flaws
And the other for the flaws, nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Devin Parhms Parhms, Miles Franklin
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