J. Hudson - Trouble

So I’m just big bag, relaxed

Lemme tall you dawg

Niggas be thinking' this shit sweet out here

They ain’t even prepared for this shit

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Them niggas ain’t like that

Waiting' for me to

Nuh-uh

I swear to God it don’t be like that

They say I’m crazy, right with the crazy, probably made me like that

Hood been told me I should rap, I ain’t know it paid ya like that

Always had a love for the music, and I like spreadin' the word

And to the youngin’s thinkin' the game is sweet: that’s absurd

Your first day in the streets won’t be like first days of school

Gettin' fresh, tryna be cool, fuck around and get stripped with that tool

Ooh, that ain’t a pretty sight to see, nah

Just be yourself my G, it ain’t no need to try and be me

God only made one, at times I used to think he played me like that

'Cause the hot dogs and beans, I ain’t know my mama made 'em like that

Til' I found out we was broke and struggling to make ends meet

So the only thing for me to do was start hustlin', bustin' of course

Big dawgs told me, «don't trust no one,» of course

And nothin', 'cause for hoes niggas be frontin'

They’ll cross ya out, they playin' the game dirty

James find out that it wasn’t Worthy takin' that booger

Real shit, I wish I could’ve put you in a better place

Laced up where you’re good, homie

You’d be court side today, Air J’s on the wood, homie

J. Hudson, what happening' nigga

Straight up, James, straight up

Yeah nigga

Yeah