[Verse 1] Trouble in paradise, y’all parasites See me and my team y’all rather bite Instead of tellin’ me y’all feelin’ me I ain’t got a problem I got a poster ya see Everybody know my grill so I gotta cook What 9th serve up the beats I gotta fry the hooks B got a lotta crooks, all kinda forms Some professional doin’ all kind of wrongs Some just ride along for the free trip Wind up cold and high like a ski trip I don’t really need shit just my mind write Lookin’ through my rear-view tryna rewind time like Damn, I shoulda done this that way But now it’s the bat cave as long as the fat stay In front of me like a pair of glasses I see y’all but I don’t hear you askin’ at night At night
[Verse 2] It’s trouble in the hood too, you gotta good too Days without duckin’ the [?] if you movin’ through I know how the hood do, especially in hoodies Dream of takin’ this cream far from me If your mind stay bummy your change in homeless No dime, no quarter or nickel you own shit so Why you wanna plot and plan When the real pot and pans is not in your hand, damn I could show ya how to bake an enterprise 360 degrees my heat better rise Led the wives, otherwise I could write ya a “Dear You” I hear you if you can hear me talkin’ Through your ear, body frame Everywhere I’m walkin’ at night At nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
