Trouble On My Mind

feat. DUBB & Jake&Papa

[Produced by Cash Jones, Stat Quo]

[Hook]

Killers hanging outside the windows, aye

Oh my, oh my, I got trouble on my mind

I got trouble on my mind

I know my enemies run when that pistol shake

Nah, nah, nah, nah, I got trouble on my mind, trouble

[Verse 1]

It's a stolen G ride whenever we ride

It's war where we reside so I gots to keep my

Pistol close, even cops killing folks

Give their ass the whole magazine, fuck a centerfold

Sixteen with it, ho, one in the chamber

Mask on my face so I remain a stranger

Run around the corner on the side when we pull up

Learn the negotiations, how you talking to a bulldog?

Blap, blap, blap - what you hear when them shots go off

Devil on my shoulders told me squeeze my Glocks on y'all

Only the angel that I seen was the logo on the fitted

I'm a seven black nigga, all my enemies'll get it

Bloody rag wrapped around my motherfucking tech

Snoop "Murder Was The Case" what was playing in the deck

How else could I live my life

When yesterday's promise turn to present day's lies?

With the

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[Verse 2]

Yeah, fuck shooting brothers for the color of their rag

I'm shooting at the niggas with the badge

Catch you walking out the station, that's your ass

Nigga, that's for Mike Brown, pussy, that's for Eric Garner

Pig, that's for Sean Bell, die from these nine shells

Go against the SWAT team, meet us at the swap meet

They the real enemies, they the ones that killing me

Killing you, they killing us, judges don't do shit for us

Cops kill a nigga, bet they'll never get a sentence huh

Get promoted right after getting officers bitching

What the fuck is this world coming to?

Unarmed black kids, they putting guns at you

That's been happening for years so that's nothing new

Got me sick to my stomach, fuck a stomach flu

Tell captain or the police that we coming through

With troops that ain't scared to die and they love to shoot

Some out the roof, it sunk

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