are calling for me Problems on their minds just get worse Everyone is here but I'm all alone Feelings of depression, adolescent times Can't you see, there is
Translation: Trouble. Truth Is -- What Is.
they are calling for me Problems on their minds just get worse everyone is here but I`m all alone Feelings of depression, adolescent times can`t you see, there is
and troubles them don't trouble me Many have called but the chosen Is you Whatever you want shawty I'll give it to you Your world is my world (Your world
groupie I ain't stupid, I know what the truth be You was up chilling with Yeezy last week You nasty, admit you nasty Trying to act classy, ask for a glass, please Grab a glass and get what
the raps Trouble makers on the beat You dudes be talkin so street And that talk be soundin tough Untill you gotta talk to me The authentic is off limits You dont talk to the truth
you all along I didn't know what I had till it was gone Now I?m falling down, falling down, falling down And the trouble with the truth that you face Is
my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what you went
, paper chasing, what are we working for? Empty traditions, reaching social positions Teaching ambition to support the family superstition? When the Son of Podition is Commander in Chief The standard is
I made it just 'cause crossroads Little measly Grammy ain't did nothin' for my family No artist is that fast and scared to tell the truth And the hardest niggas I see is
they didn't want me Now I blew up, they all on me Their smile's phony It's hard to determine who really is, which of these *** is fake They try to eat
for me What you want me to do, What you want me to do What you want me to do, What you want me to do I got in-trouble rhymes to adapt to in-trouble
on top (It's clear up here) We coopin', we must be inta trouble Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop It makes me laugh, ha, life is so
Ha, ha, ha That's just the sound of the Hen', true story Buddy Roe They say tell the truth, Shane and them (Uh, uh) Thank God for the thugs too Drop
nature Like the song of a sun We split our roads in a race to power Like we split the atom Is it only love that you favor? Truth is the flavor Fear is
not doin' Not suceeding still pursueing, what you doing? What you doing? What you doing? The session is started departed on schedule I beg you please lookover my lyrical menu What
what's my damage today? Don't let me get in your way Let it out like you always do The trouble between me and you Is nothing new, is nothing new Save
