Trouble

[Hook] Whenever they came around Mama said "come inside right now" She don't want me playing with the kids on the playground They're trouble, trouble, trouble So much trouble, trouble, trouble Oh they're trouble So much trouble,so much trouble [Verse 1] Get down or get laid down Fuck up out my face now VI 'til I die , bust 'til I represent for that A town You ain't heard what your mama said? "Get your ass off the playground!" Super soakers no water in them, bullet shells all over the place (bloww!) Raised right up the street 'Bout 15 minutes from the beach Ain't no white sand in my neighborhood, just dope boys tryin' to eat Plus your daddy ain't never been there Real life that be So who the hell you think is our role models when all that we see is Thugs carrying heat Enemies on the creep Hanging out with the wrong niggas, now you in too deep Can't rely on the cops cause they do most the crime in the streets Little kids with big guns sold to them by the police Fast dance little girls growing up to be hood rats Bad ass teenage boys up to no good, that... Same shit repeats every day in the hood That's the reason why when most leave, they don't ever look back Yeah [Hook] [Verse 2] Sign says not to play here Niggas know not to play here When the day comes for me to have kids, trust me they ain't gonna stay here Fuck am I supposed to raise here? Daddy he can be anywhere An accomplishment? That's being alive or not getting the electric chair The shocker is these little kids got choppers on 'em, they barely 6 Niggas here think they Betty Crocker, why? They always cooking shit Building houses, moving bricks, playing cop and robbers I only wish Ain't no game nigga They ain't playin' nigga It's scary cause see the reality ever since slavery we know brutality And it just baffled me ain't no one else nigga, we the ones hurting ourselves Writing a rap while in the trap dodging the cops just cause we black Dogs, cats, roaches, and rats load in the strap brrrrrrrrraaa They scared now I swear I see they scared now To me it seems so weird now How they wanna act like they care now And there's drug money stashed all inside the couch Mama yelling "Junior! you better get your ass inside this house!" [Hook] [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] Trouble, trouble: all a nigga's seen Low self-esteem and the streets we clean Young niggas had to let go of their dreams Locked in the beam he was only 16 World still turn nigga tryin' to get green Mama had to work and my dad unseen Lil' sister knocked up, already got 2 kids, and to top it off, she a crack fiend Where the fuck is God? Where the fuck is God? Life seems empty as I walk the boulevard About to break down any minute Feel like a nigga scarred Stress about to pull me apart Grandma the only one to show a nigga love Still feel hopeless, indulged in the drugs When I come down I'ma load up a round, put the gun to my head, let my brain feel a slug I don't wanna live no more I can hear death knocking at my front door My nigga say Jay Ho don't have hope Ashamed that my folk had to see me this low This here shit goes on, on the daily Mr. President hear the growl in my belly Feel like a nigga just stuck in the gutter getting fucked by life, no KY jelly Feel like I'm hexed I'm cast a spell, look around you , you don't have to fail Man fuck that, got dope for sale Maybe one day we will prevail America's nightmare living in hell Half of my niggas still living in jail Where the hell the yellow brick road, can somebody please show me where the fuck they got hope for sale [Hook]