Trouble's Son. - SYBYR

Ayy, man, why the fuck can’t I use my regular voice

Bein' compared to some dumb nigga I don’t fuckin' care about?

Ayy, ooh, uh

Fuckin' fan of none of you niggas

Quick, come and run up, ain’t no fear of you niggas

'Ringe'll fuckin' pop you, hear the scream of these niggas

So now you need to fuckin'-fuckin' pray for the nigga

I’m not a trouble’s son, who thinks I’m a trouble’s son?

Autistic, charge it, cock it, goin' in clutch

My fist never breaks down, turn it up

Autistic, shit, autistic shit

Your new wave is some autistic shit

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Your new wave is some autistic shit

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Your new wave is some autistic shit

Autistic, shit, autistic shit

Your new wave is some autistic shit

Autistic, shit, autistic shit

Your new wave is some autistic shit

Autistic, shit, autistic shit

Your new wave is some autistic shit