Trouble on My Mind Quincey White (Ft. Jake&Papa)

[Chorus: Jake&Papa]
Killers hanging outside the windows, saying
Oh my, oh my
I got trouble on my mind, I got trouble on my mind
I know my enemies run when that pistol says
Die, die, die, die
I got trouble on my mind, trouble

[Verse 1: Quincey White]
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
Death round the corner run inside when we pull up
Learn the negotiations, how you talking to a bullet?
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