Trouble's Son.

Ayy, man, why the fuck can’t I use my regular voice
Bein' compared to some dumb nigga I don’t fuckin' care about?
Ayy, ooh, uh
Fuckin' fan of none of you niggas
Quick, come and run up, ain’t no fear of you niggas
'Ringe'll fuckin' pop you, hear the scream of these niggas
So now you need to fuckin'-fuckin' pray for the nigga
I’m not a trouble’s son, who thinks I’m a trouble’s son?
Autistic, charge it, cock it, goin' in clutch
My fist never breaks down, turn it up
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit
Autistic, shit, autistic shit
Your new wave is some autistic shit