So Much Trouble

[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Cause we can't stop, like Diddy said
Rosay bottles and big bread
Fast cars and big cigars
Police chases and big faces

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I got so much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Get your ticket, yeah
Watch a brother get wicked
Yeah
So much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Get your ticket
Yeah
Watch a brother get wicked

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Blame it on the greed, [?] in the air
[?] long with the weed, fuck niggas bleed
House on the hills, why I’m up in the [?]
Street nigga till I die, fuck with the G's
Inhale long pulls, it's strong [?]
It ain’t the right game, but it's never to make the wrong moves
Guns in my long jons, with D-Block carpool
It's the devil's land, but it's the lord's rules
Keep the good book right next to the hard tool
I'm real tight, but I'm real loose
Just hit the ball, [?] will shoot
Yeah I got a rap contract, but I deal too
Nigga full of venom, you a lemon, you peal too
Better yet an orange cock sucker, I squeeze on him
Trouble on my mind, on the grind, like The Lox got keys on them

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Black on black, I’m pushing that American muscle
[?] here, [?] learn how to hustle
I been sitting on [?] of a don
[?] LeBron, no music if you see me with [?]
Smoke when I’m getting out the car
Bottles at the bar, big diamonds on the face [?]
Get rid of me, you kidding me?
It's better to Twitter me
[?] I’m hands down the best
Every Benz I have, I start it with an S
Yes, I'm Y.O., Brooklyn, Queens
[?] autotune or skinny ass jeans
I cook the coke up, and serve them feends
Yeah
Let's go

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I got so much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Get your ticket, yeah
Watch a brother get wicked
Yeah
So much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Get your ticket
Yeah
Watch a brother get wicked

[Verse 3: Bucky]
Yeah, I got a whole lotta trouble on my mind
The black mac double in my palms
Black jeans, black T, black joggers, black fitted
[?] fellin get wicked
Every bar is [?] you can sniff it
Every track I'm on, Imma rip it
Directly in half, a hundred shots
Put fifty in your neck, and [?]
Screw the [?] what’s in your chest and your [?]
Cock sucker in the middle of the intersection
I disrespect him
Do him so dirty, that they gonna have to get his [?]
[?] when my clique come
Get dumb, get left with an extra hole to shit from

[Verse 4: Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, come get it if you can stand it
Big ass three five seven, no hammer
Bullets make you dance, but the gun ain't jamming
Hit shit on a random, wild out with the cannon
You only wild out on the camera
You dudes fooling, you ain't riding, you YouTubing
I do do this, this true music
Purple juice, [?] purp abuser
Wack ass rapper persecuter
There's none truer
I'm the done doer
That mean I been did it
Been raw, since [?] with it
Wasn't no half stepping when I came with it
I just aim with it
Bang with it
Call out names with it
You know my thing, the whole gang get it
I been poppin fellas for Rock A Fella
Put it in your mouth like Akinyele, and pop your mellon
Bitch

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I got so much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Get your ticket, yeah
Watch a brother get wicked
Yeah
So much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Get your ticket
Yeah
Watch a brother get wicked