R. City, Jarren Benton - Trouble lyrics
[R. City, Jarren Benton - Trouble lyrics]
Mama said "come inside right now"
She don't want me playing with
The kids on the playground
They're trouble, trouble, trouble
So much trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh they're trouble
So much trouble, so much trouble
Get down or get laid down
Fuck up out my face now vI 'til I die
Bust 'til I represent for that A town
You ain't heard what your mama said?
"Get your ass off the playground!"
Super soakers no water in them
Bullet shells all over the place (bloww)
Raised right up the street
'Bout 15 minutes from the beach
Ain't no white sand in my neighborhood
Just dope boys tryin' to eat
Plus your daddy ain't never been there
Real life that be
So who the hell you think is our role
Models when all that we see is
Thugs carrying heat enemies on the creep
Hanging out with the wrong niggas
Now you in too deep
Can't rely on the cops cause they do
Most the crime in the streets
Little kids with big guns sold
To them by the police
Fast dance little girls growing up
To be hood rats
Bad ass teenage boys up to no good, that
Same shit repeats every day in the hood
That's the reason why when most leave
They don't ever look back yeah
Sign says not to play here
Niggas know not to play here
When the day comes for me to have kids
Trust me they ain't gonna stay here
Fuck am I supposed to raise here?
Daddy he can be anywhere
An accomplishment? That's being alive or
Not getting the electric chair
The shocker is these little kids
Got choppers on 'em, they barely 6
Niggas here think they Betty Crocker
Why? They always cooking shit
Building houses, moving bricks
Playing cop and robbers I only wish
Ain't no game nigga they ain't playin' nigga
It's scary cause see the reality ever
Since slavery we know brutality
And it just baffled me ain't
No one else nigga
We the ones hurting ourselves
Writing a rap while in the trap dodging
The cops just cause we black
Dogs, cats, roaches
And rats load in the strap brrrrrrrrraaa
They scared now
I swear I see they scared now
To me it seems so weird now
How they wanna act like they care now
And there's drug money stashed
All inside the couch
Mama yelling "Junior! you better get
Your ass inside this house!"
Trouble, trouble: all a nigga's seen
Low self-esteem and the streets we clean
Young niggas had to let go of their dreams
Locked in the beam he was only 16
World still turn nigga tryin' to get green
Mama had to work and my dad unseen
Lil' sister knocked up, already got 2
Kids, and to top it off, she a crack fiend
Where the fuck is God? Where the fuck is God?
Life seems empty as I walk the boulevard
About to break down any minute
Feel like a nigga scarred
Stress about to pull me apart
Grandma the only one to show a nigga love
Still feel hopeless, indulged in the drugs
When I come down I'ma load up a
Round, put the gun to my head
Let my brain feel a slug
I don't wanna live no more
I can hear death knocking at my front door
My nigga say Jay Ho don't have hope
Ashamed that my folk had to see me this low
This here shit goes on, on the daily
Mr president hear the growl in my belly
Feel like a nigga just stuck in
The gutter getting fucked by life
No KY jelly feel like I'm hexed I'm cast
A spell, look around you
You don't have to fail
Man fuck that, got dope for sale
Maybe one day we will prevail
America's nightmare living in hell
Half of my niggas still living in jail
Where the hell the yellow brick
Road, can somebody please
Show me where the fuck they got hope for sale