Lyrics:
ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhymes and get the hell away
Yo man you think they see your point?
Rat, snake, bitch!
Sneaky family man
Sneaky family man
Sneaky family man
Sneaky, sneaky family man
This isn't cheeky
Your bloodline is greedy
the floor before I get off his legs criss
Crossed and he fell like he got crossed over by Chris Paul
And my fist balled but I ain't say shit cuz I still
the model man to me
Although I am his only seed, he waters plenty plants and trees
Taking care of Chris while he going through shit, that's my King
Nate
there no more
I still don't understand why niggas who deserve to die is livin'
But the ones who ain't deserve it isn't here no more
And, no, I don't
b**** from TikTok told her man he could kick rocks
Money tall like Kristaps she gonna hit him with this block (blocked by james)
("F*** you, I don't love
yes, he can
move on now, he can move on to the Hunt Photograph. He's off,
Gervaise is there and Oliver's still at the back having trouble with
Man these niggas can't fuck with me
This a murder to the 1st degree
It ain't really that hard to see, how I'm killing these rappers, humbly, I'm
(freeze)
Shorty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick"
I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?"
Lil' shorty, you gotta be insane (blood on the leaves)
If
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
shit
Within a 90 mile radius I'll tuck your shit
Don't let a Florida man get eaten by a wolf in the north
Justin Snow cool with Jones but still ain't
the weed up in the duffle
Need the money by the bundle
Woah trouble
Twenty niggas in the shuttle
When you see us know it's trouble
Bouncing right back like
fate, God say be patient for that
Man all I got is my gangster, better not go playing with that
Anything get taken from us, my folk, we takin' in back
Bet
man (Young Chris)
Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that
(Roc in the building)
(Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get
FBI planted bug on the millions
Shootouts, hang clouts on the train ride
Mafias, assassins, cocaine is inside
Fat man with the pinky ring laughin'
children
We don't ever have to worry
Through this world of trouble
We gotta love one another
Let us take our fellow man by the hand
Try to help him
children
We won't ever have to worry
Through this world of trouble
We've got to love one another
Let us take our fellow man by the hand
Try to help him
melody
When trouble was chasing who parted my sea
Somebody talk to me where is this He
[Chorus]
If you are young man strugglin'
Or a younger seekin'
for his honor
Off day in Ba Sing Se, chillin' inna sauna
If you tryna kick it, then you better be like Connor
Man, this beat rock
Beifong, Toph
on the trigga
I was born a regular man of the Earth
With a curse to walk like a soldier since birth
My exterior is shaded in by my melanin
Stereotype of my
advantage of when they hesitated
Man, I pray the shine will keep you dedicated
Yeah, no high like it, climb higher for the sake of those who never made it
Met her at a bar called MJ O'Connors on March 17th
She had a tattoo on her thigh and her sisters by her side
And a smile across her face
We drank
was back home in Derry
Oh, oh, I wish I was back home in Derry
Van Diemen's land is a hell for a man
To end out his whole life in slavery
Where
shooter he really a Hooper, he bald and ugly and shoot like Chris
My shooter just like Mr. Winters, all he do is swish
I swear my chopper gay, it see a opp
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