Lyrics:
“totaled” a car
They call me a rapper, that's just how we are
They know I'm a trapper, that's just how we are
Chris Do You think You best, By far
Everything I
Yeah YSC man, we got me you know I stay, I go by Aim
We got Lil KK, we got Bigskini in this bitch man, we gon' run it up
Youngins Stay Connected we
a penthouse, forget all my problems
The things I regret now, be gone by the mornin'
My life is startin', I'm ready as I ever been
Pencilin' my schedule that I
mi nuh bubble, and
If a di woman, don't put them inna trouble
Back to original beat
From the man dem a see, woman fi boasty
'Cause them have
It’s gonna be worth all the trouble You’ve heard it before
Ain't no pain, ain’t no gain
I’m grabbing this shit by the throat
Ain’t no fucking with me hoe
so poorly
What have I gone and done
Makes me troubles double with his worries
When surely I ain't deserving of none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is
a day job, while I'm dealin'
They ain't stoppin' me
Straight from the center to State Property (uh)
Young Chris in full effect
And all I need is one
fate, God say be patient for that
Man all I got is my gangster, better not go playing with that
Anything get taken for real, my fault we takin' in back
ain't have shit
How a broke nigga still fuck on ya bitch ?
And you hating on me
You should know what it is
Man
This that gas
That that work
This that
me up him a mi Pilot
Spread my wings and mek mi fly
Jah gi mi life and him a guide dat
Jah take my troubles away
Jah Lift me up him
find a way with trouble on your mind
sailing away from trouble to troublewater
Tired is the boy, tired is the man
of waiting for joy, of searching for
at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches,
Bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya
Puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang
if I lost you I'd go mad, I'll find you, wouldn't blink twice, I'll die for you.
Behind every great man is a great woman, the first moment we met, we
By the same faces by the same racist
Alright man, alright so really what's on my list is all these garbage local bands
That get all the stages! Like
faces by the same Racist
Alright man, alright so really what's on my list is
All these garbage local bands that get All the stages!
Like you can't even
A great man? is not defined by the number of times he fell
He is defined by how gets up
Suffering but never weaver's
So You sending your CVs
But the man in
Pity a man for he don't know
The trouble he'll pass goin' down life's road
When a man is one and twenty he thinks he knows it all
He can't see
Yeah, I was born a Greek god that was raised by Hebrews
Told me I was born again, it was all placebos
Taught me family was important like Vin Diesel
No go dey find my trouble
Send the locay you know I pull up with my crew
I don’t play games you should know I been raised by streets
B**tch nigga
down to a barren land
Felt the spirit from far away come to lead me by the hand
Will you hold on when the trouble comes
Will you get back down and shoot
[Drake: Speaking]
Uh Yea Man, Vo, Back Again Like We Never Left Huh
Yea Man, Im Sending This Out To Any Of My Girls Thats Different Man
Anybody Thats
staring back up at a jealous man
All I want to do is get back to
Oh I've made mistakes
The way that we used to be
But I've paid for all the trouble
In Trouble
Everybody's worried
Everybody's getting anxious or high
Everyone is wondering
Was that hello or goodbye
I keep my distance
But I can see it
what England expects.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Trouble is on the way.
There are bad times just around the corner,
The horizon's gloomy as can be,
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