we ball like the black tops
you could catch a fade like
caught him on the back route
willie manchester on hoover
stash the guns at lance house
spending funds to fill our lungs until we fucking pass out
you could say i showed my ass out
sip codeine like i'm sick
you not a fucking freezer fool
you think you cold? nigga i'll show you what the heater do
with the nick cannon like cartoons
feeling doper than a bag of shrooms
so much trouble on my mind
so much trouble on my mind
your bitch try to suck my dick but she ain't asked me tho'
we used to ride in that hoe till we got the benz
i was 'bout to start approaching till i got some mends
the three chicks at the party
ask my white friend mike lowrey
put that tommy to their head
i'm just one little cute nigga
like to do it in them reeboks
something 'bout them nikes bro
my closet abstract as that fashion show
you was at just like a track ago
so much trouble on my mind
so much trouble on my mind