Troubles On My Mind

Troubles On My Mind
I've got so much troubles on my mind
Refuse to lose
My nephews need new shoes
Plus they chew food like it's goin outta style so blaow!
Take that ni*** four way back
I'm always strapped like Nike Airs
It's right here
Under the belt and one in the hand, ni***
Nothin to help I'm wanted with the feds
Anybody killer for anybody's scrilla
Anybody out there know anybody realer
Any amount of hunger make any ni*** dealer
That's why in your hood they feel us
I don't walk around with a gun cause it's the style
I'm walkin around with one cause I ain't tryin to miss my child
'Till my unborn son is born
I'm tryin to be around
'Till then, listen to the sound, blaow!