2real Chain - Troubled Baby

Aye, its sum' shit you gotta' go thru
In order for you to rap how I be rapping
This shit come from experience
If you cant experience the same things I can experience
Than you know, you can't be rapping how I be rapping
Yea
I know this can't be the real me
The real me poppin'
I know to me it should not matter but I'm honest
And to be honest, bae you left me heartless
But fuck that lock my feelings up wont tell nobody
4'inna morning girl this ScatPack like a rocket
Drunk as a skunk both windows down on the highway flying
Fighting back my tears
Drunk as fuck trynna' grip this wheel
Yeah
Would it make you proud if I died right now it prolly' will
Yeah
Girl lets go casket shopping
Funeral parlor poppin'
Just wanna see you smile
Funeral houses calling
Girl lets go casket shopping
Yeah, See you smile
Funeral houses calling
Yeah
My father was saying when I fuck up just take it in the chin
So, since a boy
I face the music
Like a fucking man
What I was taught
You throwing them rocks you bet not hide yo' hand
They told me don't never let go of my nuts and it made me who I am
Ohhhhh
Troubled baby
Ohhhhh
Now I'm a troubled man
Ohhhhh
Troubled baby
Ohhhhh
Grew up a troubled man
Yeah
Yeah yeah troubled man yea
Yeah
Yeah yeah troubled man yea
Its some shit you gotta' know yea
Its some shit you gotta know whenever you waging war
For what wrestling against nigga ain't flesh and blood
Put on the full armor of God and baptize a nigga
Fuck the devil schemes
Just pray for me and keep the bible wit ya'
Yeah Yeah
Principalities creating casualties
Mhmm
Rulers of the darkness
Mhmm
Same niggas who run the world
Don't tell me I'm poppin, I know that I'm poppin
Come on let's have some fun
Just dropped two shut the fuck up don't talk about that inside my cup
Who else was this hot, when they first came out
Think I'm the only one
And they think that I'm drunk
But I know that I'm not
Cause bitch I'm booted up
Ohhhhh
Broke heart baby
Life broke my heart too many times now I'm a troubled man
Hmm
Yaah
Yeah Yeah
I got...I got twoo flip phones
She say you scamming huh
I say bitch can you mind yo' biddness cause' I am not the one
My Kinfolk blood cousin stuffing work inside the freezer huh
Gotta' lock the door twice in a row to get some peace for once
I bought that ScatPack cause' I always wanted one
I'm shooting films with this glizzy
You gone shoot back or run
I'm having way too many dawgs who off they leashes huh
The way that I'm rapping I might as well just be the only one
Oh, Oh
Ohhhhh
Troubled baby
Ohhhhh
Now I'm a troubled man
Yeah
Yeah yeah troubled man Yeah

Written by:
Jordan Veazia

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