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Born to wreck shit, poppin bubble gum
Others call me up, but momma call me troublesome
Learned to shoot a gun, before i learned to read or write
Never touched a pipe, made my money every night
Till i gotta (ride), a motherfuckin benz
Bitch talked to every snitch, they jeapordized me gettin rich
Only fifteen at a spot full of rock teens
Full of hard knocks, ready to clock, fuck the cops (yeah!)
And we was fat like trump
Every nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin trunks
I stood at the top of the organization
Ready to pop a cop with no hesitations (fuck the police) yeah
Now i'm makin all the others run
Cause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome
Yeah y'all, hehe
A nigga named troublesome
I learned from my mistakes i'm twenty-one now
I gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle
Ain't old enough to save but i behave just like a true vet
That's cause for all the dirt i did and dirt i didn't do yet
Tryin to pop my pistol for a profit