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planet vi - trouble lyrics

[hook]
whenever they came around
mama said “come inside right now”
she don’t want me playing with the kids on the playground
they’re trouble, trouble, trouble
so much trouble, trouble, trouble
oh they’re trouble
so much trouble,so much trouble

[verse 1]
get down or get laid down
f-ck up out my face now
vi ’til i die , bust ’til i represent for that a town
you ain’t heard what your mama said?
“get your -ss off the playground!”
super soakers no water in them, bullet sh-lls all over the place (bloww!)
raised right up the street
’bout 15 minutes from the beach
ain’t no white sand in my neighborhood, just dope boys tryin’ to eat
plus your daddy ain’t never been there
real life that be
so who the h-ll you think is our role models when all that we see is
thugs carrying heat
enemies on the creep
hanging out with the wrong n-ggas, now you in too deep
can’t rely on the cops cause they do most the crime in the streets
little kids with big guns sold to them by the police
fast dance little girls growing up to be hood rats
bad -ss teenage boys up to no good, that…
same sh-t repeats every day in the hood
that’s the reason why when most leave, they don’t ever look back
yeah

[hook]

[verse 2]
sign says not to play here
n-ggas know not to play here
when the day comes for me to have kids, trust me they ain’t gonna stay here
f-ck am i supposed to raise here?
daddy he can be anywhere
an accomplishment? that’s being alive or not getting the electric chair
the shocker is these little kids got choppers on ’em, they barely 6
n-ggas here think they betty crocker, why? they always cooking sh-t
building houses, moving bricks, playing cop and robbers i only wish
ain’t no game n-gga
they ain’t playin’ n-gga
it’s scary cause see the reality ever since slavery we know brutality
and it just baffled me ain’t no one else n-gga, we the ones hurting ourselves
writing a rap while in the trap dodging the cops just cause we black
dogs, cats, roaches, and rats load in the strap brrrrrrrrraaa
they scared now
i swear i see they scared now
to me it seems so weird now
how they wanna act like they care now
and there’s drug money stashed all inside the couch
mama yelling “junior! you better get your -ss inside this house!”

[hook]

[verse 3: jarren benton]
trouble, trouble: all a n-gga’s seen
low self-esteem and the streets we clean
young n-ggas had to let go of their dreams
locked in the beam he was only 16
world still turn n-gga tryin’ to get green
mama had to work and my dad unseen
lil’ sister knocked up, already got 2 kids, and to top it off, she a crack fiend
where the f-ck is god? where the f-ck is god?
life seems empty as i walk the boulevard
about to break down any minute
feel like a n-gga scarred
stress about to pull me apart
grandma the only one to show a n-gga love
still feel hopeless, indulged in the drugs
when i come down i’ma load up a round, put the gun to my head, let my brain feel a slug
i don’t wanna live no more
i can hear death knocking at my front door
my n-gga say jay ho don’t have hope
ashamed that my folk had to see me this low
this here sh-t goes on, on the daily
mr. president hear the growl in my belly
feel like a n-gga just stuck in the gutter getting f-cked by life, no ky jelly
feel like i’m hexed i’m cast a spell, look around you , you don’t have to fail
man f-ck that, got dope for sale
maybe one day we will prevail
america’s nightmare living in h-ll
half of my n-ggas still living in jail
where the h-ll the yellow brick road, can somebody please show me where the f-ck they got hope for sale

[hook]

- planet vi lyrics

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