Trouble On My Mind

[Produced by Cash Jones, Stat Quo] [Hook: Jake&Papa] Killers hanging outside the windows, saying Oh my, oh my I got trouble on my mind, I got trouble on my mind I know my enemies run when that pistol says Die, die, die, die I got trouble on my mind, trouble [Verse 1: DUBB] It's a stolen G ride whenever we ride It's war where we reside so I gots to keep my Pistol close, even cops killing folks Give their ass the whole magazine, fuck a centerfold Sixteen with it, ho, one in the chamber Mask on my face so I remain a stranger Death round the corner run inside when we pull up Learn the negotiations, how you talking to a bullet? Blap, blap, blap - what you hear when them shots go off Devil on my shoulders told me squeeze my Glocks on y'all Only the angel that I seen was the logo on the fitted I'm a seven black nigga, all my enemies'll get it Bloody rag wrapped around my motherfucking tech Snoop "Murder Was The Case" what was playing in the deck How else could I live my life When yesterday's promise turn to present day's lies? With the [Hook] [Verse 2: DUBB] Yeah, fuck shooting brothers for the color of their rag I'm shooting at the niggas with the badge Catch you walking out the station, that's your ass Nigga, that's for Mike Brown, pussy, that's for Eric Garner Pig, that's for Sean Bell, die from these nine shells Go against the SWAT team, meet us at the swap meet Bloods and Crips together, peace treaty like it's '93 They the real enemies, they the ones that killing me Killing you, they killing us, judges don't do shit for us Cops kill a nigga, bet they'll never get a sentence huh Get promoted right after getting off suspension What the fuck is this world coming to? Unarmed black kids, they putting guns at you That's been happening for years so that's nothing new Got me sick to my stomach, fuck a stomach flu Tell captain or the police that we coming through With troops that ain't scared to die and they love to shoot Some out the roof, it sunk [Hook]