Trouble Maker
Album: Controlled Substance
By: Drank Sinatra
By: Drank Sinatra
Duration
4:36
Genres
Description
A long road to reality painted with the attempt to be sold lucid dreams along a lonely path to success and enlightenment.
Lyrics
Everybody fuckin wit u You til they get what they want... If you're foolish enough to trust em Then it's partially your fault So it's fuc you, pay me my money bitch… Then get the fuc on... Before you came across my path I was just crossing the roads... Of success and failure... Until I found a rest spot... Meeting strangers I've known for years Trying to chart the best route... I'm best off, booking it solo though I'd like to help out... Your situation, but consequently you need to fuck off Just the thought of falling short cuz Niggas thinking its friendly... Makes me happy I'm always 'packing' When these niggas be 'trippin'... So just follow the trail of guts As I throw out the filling I'm on the road less traveled Wit no passengers nigga! I'm out classing you niggas That's why you gassing me up Like I'm clueless bout what the fuk u niggas asking me for I don't make time to play dumb Cuz I got somewhere to go Without justifying a reason The simple answer is no Free rides… I’m constantly aware With all 3 eyes Cant listen to every fuckin story cuz They got 3 sides Besides the risk is too high For me to be taking these chances Just to be beatin around the bush Listening to you niggas tap dancing So bitch, run me my money Fuck that Rambling and fumbling Fuck niggas working my patience On a path to saying nothing This shit bout money you dumbshit And feeding my family If u cant comprehend that bitch Then y we talkin got dammit… So nigga pull up yo panties Before i beat up that pussy Go out and make you some money And maybe then we’ll talk music Til then don’t play me for stupid I built a trench in this game Have them niggas come out and see u bitch You mention my name They’ll introduce you to pain And even help you get famous Get you a column to yourself And put your face in the papers Niggas sayin they’re OG’s And you not even no gangsta Just lying about your life Boy, you just puttin on make up And you inking ya face up Now you stinking the place up Fo something happen to you Boy go to church and get prayed fuh And ask for forgiveness Cleanse your soul of that spirit Go head and give your life to God And find a purpose for living Then take your pick of these women and Pass that shit to your children And be thankful to tell your testimony Every thanksgiving Now do this is rememberance From that time you was lost More than half way on a pathway To gettin fucked off By some niggas that bout they business Who piss dro from their kidneys Who, not at any point in time Have no use for no witness That’s why business and personal interests Don’t ever quite get along Cuz when people get in their feelings Shit gets deeper than songs
