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TROUBLE
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SwaVay
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[Intro] (Cole, you stupid) [Verse 1] Yeah, I don't feel convicted to my city no more Don't feel offended, I'm just lettin' you know Thought the only thing that mattered was me settin' my toes But the only thing that mattered most was me lettin' it go What's the point of havin' a gift just to question it though? It's like bettin' when broke, I'm rollin' dice, need seven plus four Knew I could get it but the hardest thing is gettin' it though Now I pose with my niggas and my bitch like a wedding photo, uh A is for Adamsville, B is for Bowen Homes Out here chasin' motion, tryna get somethin' goin' on Street runnin', turned me to my pops, now I'm a rollin' stone Like, "Fuck I got goin' on?" The only thing that's set in stone is I know I got somethin' bigger planned for me My destiny is not defined by nine to five, two-eighty-five, respectfully I never needed a stamp, a record label or camp To get it poppin', my city already made me champ, nigga [Chorus] 'Cause trouble gon', trouble gon' find you Niggas gon', bitches gon' blind you Who you know? Who you fuckin' with? Man, who behind you? And if you don't do it yourself, by provin' yourself I promise we gon' define you Now all my young niggas, roll one to this, huh West end, northside, southside and the 6, huh [Verse 2] Bend, we don't break My mind and my stomach ache Before I could turn eight, had hella shit on my plate My momma comin' home late My father's biggest mistake, was leavin' me in a world where death I'ma have to face May come from any ol' place, this trauma I can't erase I'm runnin' from kick doors and swine with canned mace Afraid to be in my skin, I may die at my own race At least I'ma die for somethin', I'm runnin' my own race I run at my own pace, I'm makin' money from bass Wearin' pain on face, let my story act as the paint Hard to act as a leader when I'm worried 'bout my rank Hard to act as a leader when maybe somethin' you ain't Is the chosen one the focal point and every song a local joint? Instead I raise to occasion 'cause bitch, I'm the token boy Maybe I'm the one I thought I was to change the social point of focus So when I get in the game, I'll kick the door and leave it open [Chorus] 'Cause trouble gon', trouble gon' find you Niggas gon', bitches gon' blind you Who you know? Who you fuckin' with? Man, who behind you? And if you don't do it yourself, by provin' yourself I promise we gon' define you Now all my young niggas, roll one to this, huh West end, northside, southside and the 6, huh [Outro] Northside (Southside) Southside (Northside) I try to know I try, I try (I try, I try) Northside (Southside) Southside (Northside) I try to know [Interlude: SwaVay's mother] Hey, Dre, it's mom What is this I'm hearing about, you're signing a record deal? Hum, give me a call when you get a chance, please So we can talk about this Talk to you later, thanks, bye Hey, Dre That means we finna get rich in this bitch, right Call me back Talk to you later, bye
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