Trouble Man.

[Intro]
Give a fuck bout' what you think of me nigga
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[Verse]
Penny for your thoughts never cost a dime
Waiting on some fucking peace of mind that shits so hard to find
Martin Grove nice with stars that shine don't make a wish
I don't aim for fantasies I hate to miss (I hate to miss)
I'm a motherfucking hot mess, pussy juices on my cock flesh
Known to rock sweats and push the penny keep my thoughts fresh
Young and obsessed the most proper the docs best
This is what you'll find outside the city if you walk west
It's only us, the lonely bunch, the lonely smucks, the homies lust
Roll around a stone flicking bogie butts
Caught the early shit, shouldn't mosey much
Plus it's 1:30 in the morning I ain't trynna' miss the only bus
The hard-knocker
Verbal villain got these rapper body parts stashed in the yard locker
The bar dropper (mic check)
Best to bless the mic and cross the burrow brother
Get it through your hard rocker
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When pops told me to follow my dreams that shit was too nonspecific
All I wanna do is bust rhymes inside this Honda Civic
On my ghetto block with Pac' bumpin' push the pedal to the bottom
Wake up early every morning just to punch a clock
With dusty box cutters and steel toes
Came a long way from broke pockets and weird clothes
These motherfucking meddling kids
Demand bitch got chest with the frizz
Young skinny nigga middle finger to a sandwich
Label me a trouble man
Trynna' be a humble man
Just doing what I can to get my family out the struggle man
Known around the recs for kicking rhymes by the dozen
Hold up, I heard somebody coming (heard somebody coming)