"Troublesome" lyrics
I'm too gangster for the streets
Watch me when I creep
I put five in your Jeep
Leave a nigga sleep
Now you six-feet deep over bullshit
Got a mac-10 mouth, ain't never pull shit
The ghetto don't make Gs, it mold niggas, get down or lay down
like Beanie Mac told niggas or meet the fo'-fo' nigga
I let them guns blow, nigga I'm a rider
Thug Life 'til I die. Black Wall Street behind us
I'm a "Menace II Society". Fuck Caine and O-Dog
I got the 'caine and the Os, dog
I'm gangster like Hennessy and Alize, Thug Passion
Ride or die 'til they kill me or put me in "Thugz Mansion"
Gang-banging. This California lifestyle got me heated
They want me buried, so I don't leave without the Desert Eagle
Shoot first, ask questions on my way to county jail
Kill a nigga over my chain 'cause I know I'ma make bail
I'm troublesome
"If I Die Tonite", "Bury Me a G" amongst rap legends
'Cause I spit bullets in rhymes, 16s and 9s
I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby mamma got me stressing
Praying on my knees every night asking God, "Is there a heaven?"
So, here is my confession to my unborn child
Them five shots couldn't drop me, but I ain't take 'em and smile
I lost a lot of my niggas to gang-banging and digits
One figure on the trigger dog I live the life of a sinner
These motherfuckers wanna see me doing life in the pen
I'm a Outlaw, and the West coast is riding again
My competition is none, I'm on a mission with guns
Staring death in the eyes, 20 niggas deep when we ride
My enemies is bitches, they're plotting on my riches
Can't walk in the streets without the paparazzi taking pictures
Label me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to Boston
These niggas keep talking I leave 'em dead in a coffin
I'm troublesome
"Money over bitches" is my motto in the streets. I'm known for catching hollows
Packing pistols and drinking Belve and Grey Goose out the bottle
No role models, only killers and fiends
Witness my nigga strapped with gats and army fatigues
If it's murder, he wrote it. If I'm lying let the XXL quote it
And know that I'm strictly a rap poet
Baptized in my own tears, chastised by my own peers
I'm a product of my childhood years
My mother told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't around
One of the reasons why I'm clutching the pound
California dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamer
One hand on the "niner" scheming got these hooptie bitches screaming
They know that I'm celebrity, keep them cop killers in the clip
And watch my back is what my niggas keep telling me
21 years old. No felonies. So, I ride with the Desert
And pay homage to the hardest rap legend
I'm troublesome
Watch me when I creep
I put five in your Jeep
Leave a nigga sleep
Now you six-feet deep over bullshit
Got a mac-10 mouth, ain't never pull shit
The ghetto don't make Gs, it mold niggas, get down or lay down
like Beanie Mac told niggas or meet the fo'-fo' nigga
I let them guns blow, nigga I'm a rider
Thug Life 'til I die. Black Wall Street behind us
I'm a "Menace II Society". Fuck Caine and O-Dog
I got the 'caine and the Os, dog
I'm gangster like Hennessy and Alize, Thug Passion
Ride or die 'til they kill me or put me in "Thugz Mansion"
Gang-banging. This California lifestyle got me heated
They want me buried, so I don't leave without the Desert Eagle
Shoot first, ask questions on my way to county jail
Kill a nigga over my chain 'cause I know I'ma make bail
I'm troublesome
"If I Die Tonite", "Bury Me a G" amongst rap legends
'Cause I spit bullets in rhymes, 16s and 9s
I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby mamma got me stressing
Praying on my knees every night asking God, "Is there a heaven?"
So, here is my confession to my unborn child
Them five shots couldn't drop me, but I ain't take 'em and smile
I lost a lot of my niggas to gang-banging and digits
One figure on the trigger dog I live the life of a sinner
These motherfuckers wanna see me doing life in the pen
I'm a Outlaw, and the West coast is riding again
My competition is none, I'm on a mission with guns
Staring death in the eyes, 20 niggas deep when we ride
My enemies is bitches, they're plotting on my riches
Can't walk in the streets without the paparazzi taking pictures
Label me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to Boston
These niggas keep talking I leave 'em dead in a coffin
I'm troublesome
"Money over bitches" is my motto in the streets. I'm known for catching hollows
Packing pistols and drinking Belve and Grey Goose out the bottle
No role models, only killers and fiends
Witness my nigga strapped with gats and army fatigues
If it's murder, he wrote it. If I'm lying let the XXL quote it
And know that I'm strictly a rap poet
Baptized in my own tears, chastised by my own peers
I'm a product of my childhood years
My mother told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't around
One of the reasons why I'm clutching the pound
California dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamer
One hand on the "niner" scheming got these hooptie bitches screaming
They know that I'm celebrity, keep them cop killers in the clip
And watch my back is what my niggas keep telling me
21 years old. No felonies. So, I ride with the Desert
And pay homage to the hardest rap legend
I'm troublesome
Writer(s): Jayceon Terrell Taylor
