Trouble

Let me tell you something about real friends
Real friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness
See as I smoke and reflect
I realise in these cold streets
It's what we do

I'm troublesome
Phone ring I make the runner run
Keep it dalmatian with my dargy that's that 101
G code nothing less, whoever's coming come
Get yours and get more and put your trust in none
Your babe mum's a jezzy but he loves his son
And bro don't get money but he buss his gun
Sometimes I wonder what we must have done
To deserve this, living with some curses
Disguised by gold chains, gold rings and some Germans
We all plagued by poverty and broken by authority
Tryna fight the urges to risk it all
So if I get a L, it was on purpose
But that can't be my purpose
Sitting in the Bailey, staring at my lady
Guilty was the verdict, shit I just hope it's worth it
Hungry and determined, certified and certain
That I'm on my own road, I just took a little diversion
Cuh this my own path, I know pain, I know graft
I know trouble, shit we go back the furthest
It's hot on my block, check the thermos
12 Lurking, my young boy is lurking
Putting work in with the wetters, shit it's reckless
Free Chucky, free Nutty, shit it's reckless
Free Mundy, free Slewy, shit it's endless
Missed the 6 for 50, 1 extras
Troublesome, find us where you left us
Fuck questions
In the gutter son, drinking till we legless
I'm troublesome

That's why we're not accepted
We do our own ting, stave way
It's Training Day 2
Releasing the realness
Talking the truth that you represent
It's the levels, completely different
Let's keep going