Trouble

Let me tell you something about real friends Real friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness See as I smoke and reflect I realise in these cold streets It's what we do I'm troublesome Phone ring I make the runner run Keep it dalmatian with my dargy that's that 101 G code nothing less, whoever's coming come Get yours and get more and put your trust in none Your babe mum's a jezzy but he loves his son And bro don't get money but he buss his gun Sometimes I wonder what we must have done To deserve this, living with some curses Disguised by gold chains, gold rings and some Germans We all plagued by poverty and broken by authority Tryna fight the urges to risk it all So if I get a L, it was on purpose But that can't be my purpose Sitting in the Bailey, staring at my lady Guilty was the verdict, shit I just hope it's worth it Hungry and determined, certified and certain That I'm on my own road, I just took a little diversion Cuh this my own path, I know pain, I know graft I know trouble, shit we go back the furthest It's hot on my block, check the thermos 12 Lurking, my young boy is lurking Putting work in with the wetters, shit it's reckless Free Chucky, free Nutty, shit it's reckless Free Mundy, free Slewy, shit it's endless Missed the 6 for 50, 1 extras Troublesome, find us where you left us Fuck questions In the gutter son, drinking till we legless I'm troublesome That's why we're not accepted We do our own ting, stave way It's Training Day 2 Releasing the realness Talking the truth that you represent It's the levels, completely different Let's keep going