Truth Teller - Rambo trumix (Troublesome) lyrics

[Truth Teller] Right handed but I feel like a southpaw Tight as a mother f**er so bounce y'all I've been around y'all Went through ups and downs y'all Heard a couple of n***as 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 b**hes All I ever wanted was a check with nine figures I'm a sand n***a fr you just Mime n***as 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 n***as don't like to whisper I remember one of my afghan n***as 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 sh** with a mixer f**ed her and her older sister Tried To a**ist her Like an Assistant I guess I f**ed 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 b**h a** 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 sh** My past is past tense I meant It's full of tension Exclude what I didn't mention My vengeance Is ruthless No bullsh** If the shoe fits I'd be walking in a hoodlums shoe with no shoe prints I'm a m**m only God I fear So I'm not fearless f** whoever the f** don't f**ing feel this Keep your lips sealed b**h 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 b**hes 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 c**aine 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