trouble man

nothin for nothin leaves nothin. betta do somethin, motherfucker punch ya in the mouth. hitman, oschino and sparks, criminal records; talk to 'em yo, this is for my ghetto niggas, reputation is everything, so guard it withcha life, it's just like credit, the minute ya fuck up you ruined it, ya know?, yo as young adolescents, mommy said we was so precious, i mean - who knew?, round to o.d. to heron and i'd catch cases, let my life slip, inside the hands of these judges, where did we go wrong - huh?, was it these missing father figures?, or watching mom struggle and feed us, come on i need answers, is god gonna judge us, for turnin burners on niggas who tried to merk us, on the day of judgement - who knows?, until then we'll never know so for now, i'm a do omilio, drunk than a motherfucker, disrespectin bitches, attitude still the same - fuck these niggas, until it's my time to go, you know?, i ain't doin no changes, shit, plus i'm happy to be here, with my new family. black friday, and the roc-a-fella niggas, i'm focused, bring the chorus in, my life just make me wanna holla sometime, and throw in my hand, but i won't fold, you know how i roll, i live that life of a trouble man and play by the code, where i'm from just make me wanna holla sometime, and go get my gun, go all out but i think of my sons, then i look where i was at - how far did i come, you see ladies prostitutin, wearin tight leopard, my sneaks was dogs like pitbulls and german shepherds, fuck where it came from i needed money fast, white boys bangin led zeppelin wantin twenty bags, so i got my first pack on 51st and market, i ain't want clothes i just wanted some boston market, no mom to call, no dad to beep, stuck on the streets stomach growlin like a dog showin his teeth, life ain't sweet life ain't a game, i know life is more real then slick rick chain, everybody get a hand so play the hand you dealt, and there's nobody to blame fuck it blame yourself, you can go all out, and try to rebel, like a nucleus they'll have you right in a cell, you just better pray a lot and hope that you prevail, i know livin in the hood is hell, c'mon, yo right now i'd like to take the time to thank my family members, and phony homies for turnin they backs on me, made me stronger helped me deal with snakes inside god's garden, but i was roamin like a ruger, and i swear these streets'll turn us boys to men, numb the pain with juice and gin, tryin to stack them horace grants to a million, plantin seeds is how i blessed the bitches, excuse my arrogance but baby clone me, this petty world that kill me slowly took away my grandma mommy hold me, life's obstacles is gettin stressful, that's why i don't come around, written between the paper's line examples of my lifestyle, so read inside the guidelines, ain't no sunshine, until you break the chains and fly freely, cause i know for a fact, somewhere out in the world somebody need me to make 'em smile, and appreciate 'em believe me, but maintain in the meanwhile baby, omilio'll be there for ya, y'knahmean?, shit, i'm a trouble man,