MaestrODCS - Trouble On My Mind (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Maestro J] Maestro kicking in the God flow Walked a thousand miles no shoes on the hot coals Standing on the tippy toes Gotta get the height right Masterpiece out, coming down from the High Life Thrilled off the night life Blunts hitting hard like a ba** drum Best in my chest got me feeling like I'm A1 Rolling with some convicts not similar to Akon Bullet proof wallets got me feeling like I'm Raekwon On to the next Exit on my left turning heads snapping necks Ferrari when we hit the intersect n***as going dumb but I keep an intellect That the critics couldn't get Uh, like Wu-Tang b**h I'm coming for your neck So please grab your throat Going raw no sugar coat Garrote wrapped around the sound that you make It's survival of the fittest And y'all about to witness [Hook: Maestro J & ODCS] Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind (x2) [Verse 2: ODCS] Mike asked me to write a verse down So I scribbled some sh** And I'm calling for a hearse now Finish the fight before the first round And naming off you b**hes And all I'm hearing is chirp sounds Hand grenades and panty raids Sour patch mental like I'm got a candy brain Trouble in my head that I seem to can't contain So I channel it through actions Helps with stress and the rage So what's the difference Between me and other n***as? I just love the vision Of me somewhere stuffing b**hes With some f**ing oven mitts And leaving nothing but her kids To just witness the rough events Taking place in their lovely crib You must not be from here You wound up here because life is unfair I just jacked a body and left the guts there Because there's [Hook] [Verse 3: ODCS] And the fire department's ablaze Officers in jumpsuits in charge are inmates We in a world of chaos and it's hard to be sane So if you can't beat them join them That's why I started this thang And I keep it hotter than flames And you keep it drama no stage And Peter Piper might like ya But I don't give a f** about your name Man what the f** am I saying? Just tell me your mother f**ing name So I can show up to your grave And dig you up in the rain b**h! [Verse 4: Maestro J] 6 O's now I'm raking it in Walter White's here Bringing business to ends Pure lick rhymes broken down to a pinch Spit a multitude of lyrics 'till I'm down to an inch Hazmat suits A clinic in a minute's pa** Hear the Bug' rev while we're smoking gas No cla** I can't teach Or ear I can't reach Presence of the truth Now let a n***a preach AH! [Hook]