1. |
Trouble
02:30
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I don't follow trouble
Trouble always follows me.
It don't matter where I go
It don't matter who I see
I don't follow trouble
Trouble always follows me.
They call this a 4-peat
T.L.C. but no creep
Awarded like espys
They know I’m who next b
Who said these
Emcess
Could compete, wit me
I doubt it, im grindin
It’s my way they finding
Got buildings surrounded
You get me
I got ya
I’m somewhat a problem
I’m gassed up and solid
It’s nothing, de nada
Just bing me like bada
I get it been my mantra
My life should be a manga
Yah!
I don't follow trouble
Trouble always follows me.
It don't matter where I go
It don't matter who I see
I don't follow trouble
Trouble always follows me.
I sees it believe me
Make wishes, a genie
Yo teacher, I'm Feeny
It’s water no Fiji
A sand trap where I be
South Scottsdale in Tempe
Went off road I'm a Jeep
I’m on course, no golfing
Coffee,
A black soul
Take punk, trap and disco
Then whip it up, like it’s on a stove
'till it’s a MP3 or MP4
This Fuji, a mountain
She want Christian Louboutin
Who bout them?
You bout it?
I'm coping
That chronic
It’s Snoop Dogg, with yule logs
Need Uhauls for withdrawls
Ice testis, ball too hard
Sometimes I’m like fuck all ya’ll
For real
Little homie you can't rap forever
That's what they told me
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2. |
Give You The World
03:05
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I wanna give you the world
I gotta let you go
I met her late night scene
She was every bit a movie star to me
These things she would make me think
Then she'd leave at a blink
Just in the way she stay interesting
She was like my bestfriend
'till she told me that she had a couple other friends
Fast forward, now she got herself a new man
And I understand
Then she went and said that homie was her bestfriend
Damn, I gotta let her go
I couldn't love you
I'm a weirdo
Keep it real
Keep it clear though
Just come and play Nintendo
See we can light this indo
Go to In-N-Out sit by the window
Act silly
Pretend we own the building
But I think I love you
Girl you're such a weirdo
You complement me
And I think this could work
If we let it be
But I'm afraid to fuck it up
Now I think I think too much
No matter what I do girl I gotta let you go
I wanna give you the world
I gotta let you go
I met her late night scene
She was every bit a movie star to me
These things she would make me think
Then she'd leave at a blink
Just in the way she stay interesting
A diamond never shine better
When I think of her I think forever
Hoping when she think of me
Boy she see commitment
When I met her I can't forget her
Her smiles the best
And her words are even clever
Think you got the best, bet she wetter
I doing all these things that your girl would never
Send her home in my sweater
If I was you I wouldn't sweat her
But never say never
Couldn't date her if you paid her
Man, I wanna be the mayor
Of her city
Drive them roads like they empty
Man, I gotta let her go
What a pity
Damn she pretty
And I jealous
Now it's envy
Even told me once that she missed me
And that kinda fucked me up
I'm a weirdo
Keep it real
Keep it clear though
Just come and play Nintendo
See we can light this indo
Go to In-N-Out sit by the window
Act silly
Pretend we own the building
But I think I love you
Girl you're such a weirdo
You complement me
And I think we could work
If we let it be
But I'm afraid to fuck it up
Now I think I think too much
No matter what I do girl I gotta let you go
I could;t love you
I'm a weirdo
Keep it real
Keep it clear though
Just come and play Nintendo
See we can light this indo
Go to In-N-Out sit by the window
Act silly
Pretend we own the building
But I think I love you
Girl you're such a weirdo
You complement me
And I think we could work
If we let it be
But I'm afraid to mess it up
Now I think I think too much
No matter what I do girl I gotta let you go
Gotta let you go
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3. |
Just What You Like
03:38
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Got me thinkin' bout pursuing you
The two of us and the things I could do with you
We ain’t even meet girl, so who is you
Never mind ya name, ya so beautiful
Shoulda knew, she was gonna get me hype
In this TV life, wanna be my TV wife
She hot as hell - CoCo
I’m cool like Ice
But they don’t wanna be be right?
But I know just what you like
And I got just what you need
Said I know just what you got
And girl I got that yes indeed
Said I know just what you like
And I know just what you need
Said I know just what you got
And girl I got that yes indeed
Ay yo, the sun gon' shine forever
If u move to The Valley of the Sun in the middle of the desert
Better bring an umbrella
If we go, we gon' be gone together
With a love that’ll last forever
Up next,
Drop ya drapes
Pick up the pace
Look, in ya face while you say my name
No shame, Mommy got a frame
Best believe got me on that thang
And i know some say
A lot about what i say
How I’m cut like yo man cocaine
He don’t love you
And I know u go to A.S.U.
But he don't do that thang like I do
Girl i wanna just
Smoke a blow and watch the sunrise
Eat a burger, with a soda on the side
Little bit of fries with some seasoning
Drinks and they freezin'
Love ya 'til the day that ya leave me
I know just what you like
And I got just what you need
Said I know just what you got
And girl I got that yes indeed
Said I know just what you like
And I know just what you need
Said I know just what you got
And girl I got that yes indeed
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4. |
FOH!
02:41
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I don’t really need no handouts
I rather get it on my own
I ain’t messing with young girls
And I don’t like em’ too grown
You ain’t taking nun my money
And I ain’t texting yo chick
I ain’t runnin' wit no poor ppl
and I ain’t hanging wit the rich
(cmon)
I ain’t the type to get reckless
But i don't really plan either
Heard they got them new drugs now
I watch em cut it with my visa (unh)
I ain't rollin’ wit no luck baby
But i know just what to do
If you aint rollin’ with no luck lately
Holla, playa me too
I ain't know to sugar coat it
I ain't known for being sweet
If it’s a kodak moment
Gone take a picture of me
I ain't really on the internet
Or IRL on the low
I heard they thinking I'm satanic now
Cuz I don’t rock a halo (word)
I heard they got in with a new clique
Turned they back on the old crew
heard that that crew said something crazy
Did the same thing to you too
I ain't clicking on the friend request
If we ain't meet up at the shindig
And if ever really looking for me
You can catch me out at my next gig
I know what it really does
And I does what it really did
I tried not cursing on this record homie
So i had to put it down just like this
I can’t really trust the 5-0
Cuz a lot of times, “it’s why the 5-0”
You see I been around a lot so
I can really say that was the lamest show
I know, I got the studio, jumping like Jordan
Been recording, all up on my own
Did it at my home, need a clone
So i made one
You cant trust too many people
You might get ransomed,
People always random
They just want a hand in
I don’t want the credit but the credit is outstanding
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5. |
The Reintroduction
03:19
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You kno they still walk around, round da town
Say they knowin’ things
But how the fuck dey knowing’ a boy
That they will never meet
Still doing everything for him
Full custody
The child be within in my heart
Where he 'spose to be
For real…ya’ll, i ain’t got no groceries
Still gone put it up for free
And know it’s gone come back to me
They moving things, these days, straight from from A to Z
I’m in-between the Q and T
Probably at a QT
Mobbing which a cutie
Now they say they knew me
Gotta meet the new me
Plotting on the blue cheese
Think i need a jesus piece
Rap game been mockin’ me
The only time they hyping our music is when we suffering
The beats mimic the white sheets in the streets
All my friends are dead and the shit is cuz of the police
Nonsense in my head, I’m fed…up,instead
Of voicing my opinions, my opinions just voice themselves
You know it baffles me, these tragedies
They put me on a new road
In grand hopes of finding myself ten fold
I got old, lord bless my soul
God always bless the child that can hold his own
Don’t ever call my phone
….on private
You can’t hide it
You selling, i aint buying
What you inhaling, cuz it’s fucking ya mind up
And aint no telling when the timing is sun up
Can’t let em hold nothing
Not even a grudge
Tell me why you making music
If it dont make them budge
It aint making you much
Enough is enough
You a daft ass poser
And yo daddy a punk
The beat is somewhat a skunk
Is you wit it or what?
I done came along way from the bed of a truck
To the back of uber, the seats is leather
Had to make way in, couldn’t wait for the welcome ya heard?
I'm in the magazine
They callin' me the feature
See me out with 20 Ft. address me as the deacon
Givin' Erick Sermons
Paid in full like a preacher
If you wanna buy the music then I beseech you
This what a hater do
Hit me up a day or two
Before a show
To put me on
With fifty acts like that's what;s cool
I ain't go to school
But I did learn a lot
I been tried to tell ya'll what I got
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6. |
Not Yet
04:08
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I try and tell these people you never know what you got till it's gone
And you're all alone
Searching for a text from your Ex on your phone
Man, I never stress the previous
Once she's gone, if she leaves then I know I'm better off
They saying my new stuff is kinda soft
Since I calmed down
Since I got that day job
It's always music at night so I'm never off
No sleep, 6am we on another song
See me all on Ustream when I'm in the studio
Say she hate my new girl but can't deny she pretty though
Always peep my tracks
Tell me she ain't feeling that
Need her in my life
If we ever go to Vegas we'll be married by the night
But not yet though
But not yet
It's not then though and we ain't even met
But not yet
Not Yet
Not Yet
Cause we ain't even met
They never knew what it was till it's in the past
And I'm so far gone
I'm still the best thing that she ever had
Blame it on the fact that she never had a dad
The real reason why it turned so bad
You got a lot up in that bag a chip on your shoulder
It's so unlike whatever we'll have
Just give me a chance you need it bad
I'll show you mad love and affection
Make love best believe Ima make it last
We can do it to some Keith Sweat
S.W.V.
Lock ourselves in the house
Fuck until we fall asleep
On top of me, baby please, overseas
Amsterdam
Blowing hella trees
But not yet though
But not yet
It's not then though and we ain't even met
But not yet
Not Yet
Not Yet
Cause we ain't even met
It's not yet and it wont be that way
I know she listenin to every single word that i say
So, listen bitch
You aint fuckin' with this
Erry other day my whole dress style switch
Jesus, I'm rolling with you
I got that holy ghost
No matter though gon do what it do
Enough with the talk, show me some proof
If she left again dejavu
Swear to god we done been here before too many times now
Don't' leave in a hurry please slow down
I wanna write this girl a letter
But really all of this is what i first thought
First time that i met her
But first things first
Still the worst of the worst
Just live in this moment before we lose it for sure
And I'm sure this could work
All it takes is some effort
I wont make it to a ton of things
Just hope you will accept it
I will never disrespect you
Only want to see you naked
All of this is in my mind
Ain't no need for second guessing
I just need a second
Somebody just met
Body like a weapon
Body like a temple and i want to bless it god damn but not yet
But not yet
But not yet
But not yet
Cause we aint even met
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