Rambo trumix Troublesome by Truth Teller Lyrics
[Truth Teller]
Right handed but I feel like a southpaw
Tight as a mother fucker so bounce y'all
I've been around y'all
Went through ups and downs y'all
Heard a couple of niggas praying on my downfall
The fact that I can come up with these raps
Means I'm gifted
So I'll dismiss you're critique and pick up some bitches
All I ever wanted was a check with nine figures
I'm a sand nigga fr you just Mime niggas
Save pennies and dimes for a swisher
Bathe 3 times and don't be a hipster
Rave and run until you get a blister
Brave niggas don't like to whisper
I remember one of my afghan niggas
Brought his cousin over and he played the zither
It was a cold night but I didn't even shiver
Twisted 7 joints Got stuck in a twister
Playing all kinds of trippy shit with a mixer
Fucked her and her older sister
Tried To assist her
Like an Assistant
I guess I fucked Up but I stayed persistent
Taking my daily prescription that's a double dose
We balling now cause we gotta couple hoes
They're shaking call it a Juggle show
I'm a problem yeah troublesome
Yeah yeah troublesome
Right handed but I feel like a southpaw
Fight a bitch ass cop I'm an outlaw
Sip my beverage without a straw
Kicking like Marshal law
Swallow my semen or shut up and Gargle braud homies turned into frauds
What's the cause
I know it's all about the quap
I care so I share I swear to god
Forgive me I'm still lost
Cause I Never had shit
My past is past tense
I meant
It's full of tension
Exclude what I didn't mention
My vengeance
Is ruthless
No bullshit
If the shoe fits
I'd be walking in a hoodlums shoe with no shoe prints
I'm a Muslim only God I fear
So I'm not fearless
Fuck whoever the fuck don't fucking feel this
Keep your lips sealed bitch
And stop gossiping
I stare at these rap sheets and see accomplishments
Honestly I just rap
My schedule is empty
L just hangout in the lab
With my sweatpants no Findi
I'm cooking up something legendary
I'm not interested in missionary
Doggy styling these bitches till February
Sorry for my lack of vocabulary
Rarely drink I'm hooked on Mary
Treating people fairly
Barely baring the pain
Sometimes I just get high and paint
Popping pills until I faint
I'm not a saint
I'm a junkie I probably od on cocaine
But my flow is insane
Like the Wayne brothers
I look at the sky and wonder why it's not raining above us
Truth Teller
Right handed but I feel like a southpaw
Tight as a mother fucker so bounce y'all
I've been around y'all
Went through ups and downs y'all
Heard a couple of niggas praying on my downfall
The fact that I can come up with these raps
Means I'm gifted
So I'll dismiss you're critique and pick up some bitches
All I ever wanted was a check with nine figures
I'm a sand nigga fr you just Mime niggas
Save pennies and dimes for a swisher
Bathe 3 times and don't be a hipster
Rave and run until you get a blister
Brave niggas don't like to whisper
I remember one of my afghan niggas
Brought his cousin over and he played the zither
It was a cold night but I didn't even shiver
Twisted 7 joints Got stuck in a twister
Playing all kinds of trippy shit with a mixer
Fucked her and her older sister
Tried To assist her
Like an Assistant
I guess I fucked Up but I stayed persistent
Taking my daily prescription that's a double dose
We balling now cause we gotta couple hoes
They're shaking call it a Juggle show
I'm a problem yeah troublesome
Yeah yeah troublesome
Right handed but I feel like a southpaw
Fight a bitch ass cop I'm an outlaw
Sip my beverage without a straw
Kicking like Marshal law
Swallow my semen or shut up and Gargle braud homies turned into frauds
What's the cause
I know it's all about the quap
I care so I share I swear to god
Forgive me I'm still lost
Cause I Never had shit
My past is past tense
I meant
It's full of tension
Exclude what I didn't mention
My vengeance
Is ruthless
No bullshit
If the shoe fits
I'd be walking in a hoodlums shoe with no shoe prints
I'm a Muslim only God I fear
So I'm not fearless
Fuck whoever the fuck don't fucking feel this
Keep your lips sealed bitch
And stop gossiping
I stare at these rap sheets and see accomplishments
Honestly I just rap
My schedule is empty
L just hangout in the lab
With my sweatpants no Findi
I'm cooking up something legendary
I'm not interested in missionary
Doggy styling these bitches till February
Sorry for my lack of vocabulary
Rarely drink I'm hooked on Mary
Treating people fairly
Barely baring the pain
Sometimes I just get high and paint
Popping pills until I faint
I'm not a saint
I'm a junkie I probably od on cocaine
But my flow is insane
Like the Wayne brothers
I look at the sky and wonder why it's not raining above us
Truth Teller