[Chorus: Trouble]
All the stress it led me to the bogus
Take the pack, I do that for my brodies
Wasn’t ballin’, no we wasn’t Kobe
You don’t know my struggle, you don’t know me
You don’t know my struggle, you don’t know me nigga
Much respect to the OGs before me
All the OGs before me they know me
I don’t fuck with these niggas, they bogus

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Homie on go, he retarded
Lil mama life of the party
Said you know'd him 'fore you, hardly
Shut the fuck up, roll the Marley
No sir I’m not with the arguin'
I bring the flames, now the arson
I see you with all the talkin’ now
I shut doggies up with the barking now
OGs with me, I run markets now
Man the OGs with me I run markets now
Been told a bitch she can get money
Join on the team and the ho wanna bargain now
East side, Big Bank
South side, Kentay
West side, shawty shawty
North side, hey
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