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swavay - trouble lyrics

[intro]
(cole, you stupid)

[verse 1]
yeah, i don’t feel convicted to my city no more
don’t feel offended, i’m just lettin’ you know
thought the only thing that mattered was me settin’ my toes
but the only thing that mattered most was me lettin’ it go
what’s the point of havin’ a gift just to question it though?
it’s like bettin’ when broke, i’m rollin’ dice, need seven plus four
knew i could get it but the hardest thing is gettin’ it though
now i pose with my n+ggas and my b+tch like a wedding photo, uh
a is for adamsville, b is for bowen homes
out here chasin’ motion, tryna get somethin’ goin’ on
street runnin’, turned me to my pops, now i’m a rollin’ stone
like, “f+ck i got goin’ on?”
the only thing that’s set in stone is i know i got somethin’ bigger planned for me
my destiny is not defined by nine to five, two+eighty+five, respectfully
i never needed a stamp, a record label or camp
to get it poppin’, my city already made me champ, n+gga
[chorus]
’cause trouble gon’, trouble gon’ find you
n+ggas gon’, b+tches gon’ blind you
who you know? who you f+ckin’ with? man, who behind you?
and if you don’t do it yourself, by provin’ yourself
i promise we gon’ define you
now all my young n+ggas, roll one to this, huh
west end, northside, southside and the 6, huh

[verse 2]
bend, we don’t break
my mind and my stomach ache
before i could turn eight, had h+lla sh+t on my plate
my momma comin’ home late
my father’s biggest mistake, was leavin’ me in a world where death i’ma have to face
may come from any ol’ place, this trauma i can’t erase
i’m runnin’ from kick doors and swine with canned mace
afraid to be in my skin, i may die at my own race
at least i’ma die for somethin’, i’m runnin’ my own race
i run at my own pace, i’m makin’ money from bass
wearin’ pain on face, let my story act as the paint
hard to act as a leader when i’m worried ’bout my rank
hard to act as a leader when maybe somethin’ you ain’t
is the chosen one the focal point and every song a local joint?
instead i raise to occasion ’cause b+tch, i’m the token boy
maybe i’m the one i thought i was to change the social point of focus
so when i get in the game, i’ll kick the door and leave it open
[chorus]
’cause trouble gon’, trouble gon’ find you
n+ggas gon’, b+tches gon’ blind you
who you know? who you f+ckin’ with? man, who behind you?
and if you don’t do it yourself, by provin’ yourself
i promise we gon’ define you
now all my young n+ggas, roll one to this, huh
west end, northside, southside and the 6, huh

[outro]
northside (southside)
southside (northside)
i try to know
i try, i try (i try, i try)
northside (southside)
southside (northside)
i try to know

[interlude: swavay’s mother]
hey, dre, it’s mom
what is this i’m hearing about, you’re signing a record deal?
hum, give me a call when you get a chance, please
so we can talk about this
talk to you later, thanks, bye
hey, dre
that means we finna get rich in this b+tch, right
call me back
talk to you later, bye

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