[Intro: Sheek Louch]

Cause we can't stop, like Diddy said

Rosay bottles and big bread

Fast cars and big cigars

Police chases and big faces

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

I got so much trouble on my mind

I refuse to lose

Get your ticket, yeah

Watch a brother get wicked

Yeah

So much trouble on my mind

I refuse to lose

Get your ticket

Yeah

Watch a brother get wicked

[Verse 1: Styles P]

Blame it on the greed, [?] in the air

[?] long with the weed, fuck niggas bleed

House on the hills, why I’m up in the [?]

Street nigga till I die, fuck with the G's

Inhale long pulls, it's strong [?]

It ain’t the right game, but it's never to make the wrong moves

Guns in my long jons, with D-Block carpool

It's the devil's land, but it's the lord's rules

Keep the good book right next to the hard tool

I'm real tight, but I'm real loose

Just hit the ball, [?] will shoot

Yeah I got a rap contract, but I deal too

Nigga full of venom, you a lemon, you peal too

Better yet an orange cock sucker, I squeeze on him

Trouble on my mind, on the grind, like The Lox got keys on them

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]

Black on black, I’m pushing that American muscle

[?] here, [?] learn how to hustle

I been sitting on [?] of a don

[?] LeBron, no music if you see me with [?]

Smoke when I’m getting out the car

Bottles at the bar, big diamonds on the face [?]

Get rid of me, you kidding me?

It's better to Twitter me

[?] I’m hands down the best

Every Benz I have, I start it with an S

Yes, I'm Y.O., Brooklyn, Queens

[?] autotune or skinny ass jeans

I cook the coke up, and serve them feends

Yeah

Let's go

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

I got so much trouble on my mind

I refuse to lose

Get your ticket, yeah

Watch a brother get wicked

Yeah

So much trouble on my mind

I refuse to lose

Get your ticket

Yeah

Watch a brother get wicked

[Verse 3: Bucky]

Yeah, I got a whole lotta trouble on my mind

The black mac double in my palms

Black jeans, black T, black joggers, black fitted

[?] fellin get wicked

Every bar is [?] you can sniff it

Every track I'm on, Imma rip it

Directly in half, a hundred shots

Put fifty in your neck, and [?]

Screw the [?] what’s in your chest and your [?]

Cock sucker in the middle of the intersection

I disrespect him

Do him so dirty, that they gonna have to get his [?]

[?] when my clique come

Get dumb, get left with an extra hole to shit from

[Verse 4: Beanie Sigel]

Yeah, come get it if you can stand it

Big ass three five seven, no hammer

Bullets make you dance, but the gun ain't jamming

Hit shit on a random, wild out with the cannon

You only wild out on the camera

You dudes fooling, you ain't riding, you YouTubing

I do do this, this true music

Purple juice, [?] purp abuser

Wack ass rapper persecuter

There's none truer

I'm the done doer

That mean I been did it

Been raw, since [?] with it

Wasn't no half stepping when I came with it

I just aim with it

Bang with it

Call out names with it

You know my thing, the whole gang get it

I been poppin fellas for Rock A Fella

Put it in your mouth like Akinyele, and pop your mellon

Bitch

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

I got so much trouble on my mind

I refuse to lose

Get your ticket, yeah

Watch a brother get wicked

Yeah

So much trouble on my mind

I refuse to lose

Get your ticket

Yeah

Watch a brother get wicked