Back on the block with a brick in the burner
Will he ask the truth in the booth, like a journal
Desert eagle on my hip, got a $#&@ing body on it

Running with a dirty bird, Michael Turner
Yeah, that's me, the kid from the Bronx


Brass knocks knock you out, face gets stomped
Besides rubber bands I don't see no counting
#~!!@ $$# rap ^!$$%s don't really wanna wrong

I'm violent, yeah, I'm violent
But I'm tryina be about my peace
Till you push my buttons, then I push a button on you

And all my ten boys feast
Razor blade, eat your face, eat an ear, meet your fate
I don't give a $#&@ what you wear

Pistol whip, oversmack, take the Polo off your back
You see I got the map right there, out there
Any one of you rap ^!$$%s out I swear

It's cool while I came across every fool to the day I come back, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, hustle cocaine and guns, I smuggled some
I'm the papi from the block, that's similar to pot


Mother$#&@er, I'm troublesome
I'm troublesome

Young teen and I got that gun, pop a #~!!@ rapper just for fun
Mother$#&@er, I'm troublesome
Yeah, I'm troublesome

Young teen and I got that gun, pop a #~!!@ rapper just for fun
Mother$#&@er, I'm troublesome


Darker days are coming, darker days
You don't give a $#&@, I don't give a $#&@ either
Believe in it, what will your soul tell you when you're dead?

Live a good life, you coward
Yo, I told you ^!$$%s before, don't $#&@ with me
Look at your boss and I ' comfortably

Only keep real puppies in my company
Type of papis that erratic get slummed for me
I'm in the hood all heavy, lyrically and literally

I'm deadly
Call Luc, I tell him get the chopper ready
We cut them up like Machete, $#&@ respect, I '

Yeah, this beat and flow so godlike
My team mob like it's like organized crime mixed with rhymes
Got a bunch of hit men on the team

Yeah, we do the job right, these ^!$$%s gotta be kidding me
They ain't raw, well Willie Hex the epitome of war
Listen by, I please the Lord, word to my flag, I leave you crushed on the floor

I've been telling ^!$$%s it's my turn so step up and get killed quick
A hundred keep if you break down my rhymes
Then you will learn, it's all real %#@!

I broke a couple jaws in my time, kicked down a couple doors in my time
So don't play
I $#&@ed a bunch of broads in my time, let off a couple fours in my tie

I don't play

Mother$#&@er, I'm troublesome

I'm troublesome
Young teen and I got that gun, pop a #~!!@ rapper just for fun
Mother$#&@er, I'm troublesome

Yeah, I'm troublesome
Young teen and I got that gun, pop a #~!!@ rapper just for fun
Mother$#&@er, I'm troublesome

Mother$#&@er, I'm troublesome
I'm troublesome
Young teen and I got that gun, pop a #~!!@ rapper just for fun

Mother$#&@er, I'm troublesome
Yeah, I'm troublesome
Young teen and I got that gun, pop a #~!!@ rapper just for fun

Mother$#&@er, I'm troublesome