Troublesome
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Well, Kevla, what's up?
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Look, a bitch said she hit my nigga, I'm like, "Which
One?" I keep a couple on my roster, never just one
I let these niggas choose me 'cause I can't pick 'em, ay
He send some bags, like which ones?
I send the big ones, look
It ain't shit to have a nigga drop a bag on me
I'm never trippin' off a nigga I been had on me
I'm not his bitch, I never was, don't throw that tag on me
Now I'm my turn around ten thousand, do the math on it
Diddy told me I was too hard for the radio
Shout out my city, I'm still bustin' through the stereos
I cut the nigga, got that weight off me like Terry on
Rest in peace Lloyd, y'all still gon' cry about your burial, look
I never felt the need to have to prove myself
A nigga can't do nothin' for me, I can't do myself
Was always puttin' bitches on, I never was the help
My baby daddy hand-picked, I put him on the shelf
Walk up to this bitch nigga in my bed again
On mamas, free Lil Scoot, I need that head again
I'm real humble, not one bitch I think I'm better than
Said I fell off, sit back and watch me get ahead again
Look, I could never trust no bitch who got hella friends
I had a bitch from EPA, she made me hella bands
And honestly, one of the worst things that I ever did was
Leave a up nigga for a broke one with some better dick
But you live and you learn, remember trust is earned
And these niggas never yours, so just enjoy your turn
A double life for tryna feed the hood and feed the church
My baby, sorry if I hurt you, it's still free to swerve
Look, y'all be fallin' for these niggas who stay gettin' curved
It's about who did it better, fuck who did it first
A couple famous niggas tried to fuck me for a verse
And what I hold don't even fit in this Balenci' purse
Couple thousand on my neck, but this was trap money
G been tellin' me go legal with my rap money
I beat my case, a real nigga dropped off them racks for me
Don't care if bitches talk about me, just put facts on it
Look, was supposed to leave the dick alone, but I relapsed on it
And if the nigga one of mine, I'm keepin' tabs on it
And when you bitches talkin' crazy, put a ad on it
So when I run into you, I can put a tag on it
When that pressure get applied, they don't be feelin' that
Sneak dissin' on the net, no, I ain't into that
I never needed co-signers, bitch, I been a threat
It's thug life 'til I die, it's tatted on my chest, nigga
It's thug life 'til I die, it's tatted on my chest, nigga