TROUBLEMAN (feat. theMIND)

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 fuck 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