TROUBLEMAN (feat. theMIND)

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Seeing signs I peeped the bullshit
I ain't blind nor deaf, A-1 my senses
They gonna call me paranoid
But I ain't have a choice
The real don't need a voice
I got bones to pick
Something on my mind, truth stuck in ya' teeth, they can see it
It's embarrassing
Peekaboo, ICU
Look
I'm the Golden Child, ain't too many callin' me bro
Look, I don't duck smoke, I keep my ducks in a row
I put my pride to the side, I keep my love on a low
'Cause life's a bitch, and you never put your trust in a hoe
Oh, Mr. Troubleman
Nigga, leave me alone
Like Ninety-Nine on my line, you won't get in my zone
It was a lot a long days I spent building this Rome
And by the time the paint dry they gon' call me Capone
So say hello to my little friend, or make amends
Play it cool, but I never play pretend
In the end, when them weeds and them trees start to blend
Best be mindful who invited in that garden that you tend
Be reminded that you started with a plan, so
How much of your heart did you defend?
And how many signs did God send?
Look, ignorance and bliss go hand-in-hand but understand
Ducking knowledge leave you undermanned, damn
You could've turned them 40 acres into motherland
But Uncle Sam was putting golden tickets in them hundred grands, listen
Play your cards, never show yo' hand
Go head ride the wave, never bring yo' sand
Trust it's plenty there when it's in demand
Seen you switch a side for a rubber band
I could never know the feeling, even secondhand
Listen, second guessing blessings isn't in the plan
Know that you could never pose a problem to a troubled man
They gonna call me paranoid
But I ain't have a choice
The real don't need a voice
I got bones to pick
Something on my mind, truth stuck in ya' teeth, they can see it
It's embarrassing
I knew a young nigga with that dog in him
Raised in the flames of that pit, ain't no bull-shittin
Open up that the Bible, pray that God listen
Cause he soul sellin' and the devil getting mad all his calls missin'
And everybody got a price but they all different
Maybe it's a whip with a roof with the stars in it
Maybe it's a bitch with some hoops and she dark-skinned
Maybe it's the grip that you lose when you start winning
Me I want it all nigga
And I'm in trouble for it
Like, how you want world peace and a couple foreigns?
How you tryna eat a Buffet but it's f*ck Warren?
Stacking up that bread sound solid 'til the birds storming
I'm, up, up, and away, see my thoughts forming
Like, I ain't one one to play, call me Josh Norman
The Black Panther felt the struggle that I found alarming
He see all his brothers eating good same time all his cousins starving
So he decide to feed his niece, teach his nephew farming
I guess Jehovah had a plan that he won't involved in
The day he called him to the crib, he took a sample from his rib
And gave it back as a gift, we was all balling
Did the same thing with Nip, we was all falling
Yeah, the world crashing down but we all talking
So look, always bury hatchets 'cause when God calling
All them grudges that you holding on won't be worth asylum
They gonna call me paranoid
But I ain't have a choice
The real don't need a voice
I got bones to pick
Something on my mind, truth stuck in ya' teeth, they can see it,
It's embarrassing
Peekaboo, ICU

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