Troubled Hustle Gang (Ft. B.o.B, T.I., WATCH THE DUCK & Young Dro)

[Intro: [?]]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Paint the ceiling witcha feelings, sway your city with my thoughts
Guess I'm too much of a criminal, I'm a villain wit' a cause
Seem like every time I talk I set a million missiles off
Donald Sterling: My opinions piss a million niggas off
This a million nigga mob, it's a generation lost
Give a fuck who sleeping on me, I don't speak no pillow talk
They don't hear me, they don't hear me, shit, I guess the signal lost
This is me against the world, fuck, consider this a draw
Guess I'm too misunderstood, picking licks on this guitar
Well if Bobby Ray too country, I'm the black Tim McGraw
Got some shit up on my chest, and I can't wait to get it off
If it's trouble that they looking for, I give 'em what they want (Bands)

[Chorus: Watch the Duck]
(Struggle)
Never should they test me now
You say you want some when you know you ain't want no
(Trouble) trouble, yeah
You don't want no problem
And no man shall ever back me down
You say you want some when you really know you don't want no
(Trouble) trouble, yeah
You don't want no problem