Trouble Interlude

Remember I was 18
Did a lot shit
I had trouble with the law (I had trouble with the law)
Never fit in
Had to call my mama phone’s
You know how it go
Tell her that her son involved (x2)
I had trouble with my life
Trouble doing right
I had trouble getting right (Yeah)
I had trouble with my pops
I had trouble with his lifestyle
Wish he could have stopped (Ahh)
I had trouble with my Moms
Trouble with her struggles
You know … weighed a lot (Ahh)
I had trouble with the ex
Couldn’t read all her texts
But that those things got me stressed (Ahh)
Now I’m on a roll call it honor roll
I’mma roll one up and take it to the face (Ahh)
Used to play around
Till I found my way
Okay I used to play around
Till I found my place
Now I’m chasing cake
I just let them hate
Long as Mama pray Imma be okay
Long as Mama pray Imma fill the safe
(Yeah fill it up!)
Remember I was 18
Did a lot shit
I had trouble with the law (I had trouble with the law)
Never fit in
Had to call my mama phone’s
You know how it go
Tell her that her son involved (x2)