surve – troublesome lyrics
troublesome
hook
i put these youngens on the grind set the table lettem eat, boy i do this for the hood, yea its strictly for the streets, tryna see a better way envy only for the weak, why you wanna see me down its still strange to me
still strange to me, i guess its cause i’m really up still strange to me, but i ain’t never giving up tryna see a better way envy only for the weak, why you wanna see me down it’s still strange to me
still strange to me
verse 1
you never catch me talking down on no man, that never been me, i been outchere since a youngen thugen hard by my lonely, catching me grinding chasing bags forget them haters get the money. looking for a better way but they told me it wasn’t for me, dj say he coming back but ik he ain’t coming for me. cj taught how to get it feed the fiends & makem love me. hate i was forced to get it this way but he living grimy, 9 1/2 & i’m looking for food to put in my tummy, so… tell me how you mad on me, cause i made it from a to z, fabe | ain’t never need you for nothing i got it out the streets, guess cause i’m on top of my game & you wanna see me b-mmy, heard they sending shots at me cause they label couldn’t buy me, yea you prolly sell your soul for this but me it’s perfect timing, ghostwriter wrote everything that you spit you know you lying, say he from the jungle
well we know you far from a lion, i’m not here to make you relevant gzz move in silence
2nd
grew up homeless left me starving all i knew was pain, commit a homicide, suicide or go insane, purple rain that’s why i’m so aggressive on the stage, they just rapping bout the life, me i was really in game, how all these rappers turn gangsters but ain’t n-body made, all these chh rappers but ain’t n-body saved, everybody say they getting money ain’t n-body paid, you don’t own nothing but chu a sell it all for the fame. tell me who you are, who you be & who you came fo, they was hating on me from the jump we already know, got a phone call from my dog he told me let it go! they was tryna k!ll you they ain’t hit chu so you good to go, lookahere boy you a king t-tle
to the throne! grams told me i was in his plans so ain’t i never fold, pleny keep my name in they mouth be i’m just sailing low, chillin mind my own business, still don’t understand tho!
3rd
cut from the same cloth, hitters we laid the same law, & uncle alfred told me be different be ya own boss, answer only to the most high no matter what’s the cost, they can envy they gone hate but the proof show in ya walk. & favor ain’t fair jealous souls yea they love to talk, r.l.p unk you was the realist no i can’t forget it, use to sing to me make feel like i was up in heaven. all the pain i was feeling i just knew i need a healing before i flip out loss my mind & commit a k!lling. broken puzzle fix the piece but i can’t fit it, man | was at it for years before i finally made it, so yea tripping if you thinking you gone up
& take it, we grind hard sweat blood like we true jamaicans, started small now we reaching folks all in haiti, whatchu talking bout youngen fresh off the block, now they rocking stadiums, coliseums in parking lots
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