Trouble by Chubb Raps Lyrics

Trouble (prod. by Juice-N-Tea)

Chorus:

Here come trouble, on the double
No more fumble, God done son you;
With that Kung Fu, cause he loves you
But you wonder, why he done you;
Is it cause you got that Hustle
Or that drive that run like Russel;
Maybe he just made you struggle
So you’ll use your major muscle;

Verse 1

Pinky to brain, you wonder what’s changed
I bet ya think, he’s hella deranged;
He’s blowing on trees, not using his cane
But people seem, to remember his name;
Thought he was chill, he threw me a deal
Yo this fellow, is doing his thang;
Doing them Tatts, and pushing them Raps
Yo I bet, he’s making some change;
No I made change, to shake off the lames
And focus on gains, like I’m at the range;
I aim for the brains, to make it more change
While piercing your veins, for cheddar and grains;
You think it’s game, no homie can shame
How tight I became, while hogging my lane;
Your fake is to blame, on why it feel strange
Cause keeping it real, is always the same;

Verse 2

I’m back in my brain, now swerving in lanes
And moving through town, like I got a crane;
You think I’m insane, cause I took the Raines
Me and Myself, back at it again;
I’m high as a plane, that can’t be to blame
Still getting programmed, even today;
Ain’t that a shame, that you stayed the same
You’ll rather be working, with shovels and chains;

Your digging your grave, and hanging from chains
And wonder why suits, still see us as slaves;
Your stuck in your ways, and can’t see the phase
Why are you, giving the enemies praise;
Go make your money, and gather your change
Build your own legacy, learn how to save;
I’m giving you game, we’re all being played
Trouble was always, more than a game;
Verse 3

Let’s step out the cage, since I brought the flame
It’s like I been turning up, without a gauge
While I’m, getting wicked with my ways
And earning, many blessings from these pains;
I know it’s a shame, your weak in the frame
Mind is, always on a lower stage
While I’m, over standing everything
You were, busy getting under paid;

Still kicking some game, well that never changed
You trying to fuck hoes, I’m trying to get paid;
Nobody still knows, what you are saying
Wait till you, really see me stop playing;
Cause then I’ll be on, and you will be steaming
Giving them shows, like Willie Beamin
Making my plays, while dodging defense
Then you going to understand, why it’s me next;