Kid Rated R - Trouble lyrics

[Intro] Uh, look [Chorus: Isabella Quintana & Kid Rated R] I said I'm young and I'm thuggin' Out for the money Fast cars, fast women and you can't tell me nothin' I'm lookin' for trouble, trouble, trouble I'm lookin' for trouble, trouble, trouble Have you seen her (Have you seen her) Have you seen her (Have you seen her) Tell me have you seen her (Tell me have you seen her) Uh, fast money, fast cars, fast women, mad liquor, ahh [Verse: Kid Rated R] Take a trip into my mind, you can look into my eyes Though it's perfect on the surface, something's building up inside Was it pride, maybe it was cause my homie' had just died And they just gave three strikes, to the one I idolized Man our lives, live it fast, lot of family done pa**ed Or they locked in the trap, for the times that we had I am grateful though the hateful seems to always cross my path But I never let it break me, where they at, where they at Yo I'm talkin' bout' the rats with the big ole backs With a bottle in the bag, I'm just tryna' get a dance Earnhardt on the gas, and I never look back Cause she got my heart racing every time she in my lap Wasn't raised like that, with a Father and a Mother Catch blame like that, cause we gotta blame someone Though world's cold as winter, we a product of the summer Empty house with a pocket full of rubbers [Chorus] [Verse: Kid Rated R] Young ignorant and proud, gotta show em' that I'm down Ain't no way I'm backing out or I could never come around They gone never let it go, all the homies' finna' clown So it got me doing stuff that'll have Momma kick me out Now I'm riding in this car, feeling like I'm Calogero Seen it happen to Cuba, when he was rolling with Doe and them After they shot Ricky hopin' someone would just get me Out this situation but this real life this how its supposed to go Tribulations of a teenager, plus I'm heart broke and bitter from a teenage love This a replay of, another teenage thug It's like we never get the message that they relayed us I'm dead in the middle of a little city where literally Flocks from different blocks and the cops is tryin' to get rid of me, uh Pop, pop, hope them shots never riddle me If they do pop shots in my memory [Chorus] [Chorus] [Bridge: Kid Rated R] I'm dead, dead in the middle of a little city Shots if they riddle, pop shots in my memory Pop shots in my memory, if they riddle me In the middle of a little city, dead [Chorus]