Trouble Maker Video (MV)

Everybody f*ckin wit u
You til they get what they want...
If you're foolish enough to trust em
Then it's partially your fault
So it's fuc you, pay me my money bitch...
Then get the fuc on...
Before you came across my path
I was just crossing the roads...
Of success and failure...
Until I found a rest spot...
Meeting strangers I've known for years
Trying to chart the best route...
I'm best off, booking it solo though I'd like to help out...
Your situation, but consequently you need to f*ck off
Just the thought of falling short cuz Niggas thinking its friendly...
Makes me happy I'm always 'packing'
When these niggas be 'trippin'...
So just follow the trail of guts
As I throw out the filling
I'm on the road less traveled
Wit no passengers nigga!
I'm out classing these niggas
That's why you gassing me up
Like I'm clueless bout what the fuk u niggas asking me for
I don't make time to play dumb
Cuz I got somewhere to go
Without justifying a reason
The simple answer is no
Free rides...
I'm constantly aware
With all 3 eyes
Cant listen to every f*ckin story cuz
They got 3 sides
Besides the risk is too high
For me to be taking these chances
Just to be beatin around the bush
Listening to you niggas tap dancing
So bitch, run me my money
F*ck all that
Rambling and fumbling
F*ck niggas working my patience
On a path to saying nothing
This shit bout money you dumbshit
And feeding my family
If u cant comprehend that bitch
Then y we talkin got dammit...
So nigga pull up yo panties
Before i beat up that pussy
Go out and make you some money
And maybe then we'll talk music
Til then don't play me for stupid
I built a trench in this game
Have them niggas come out and C u bitch
You mention my name
They'll introduce you to pain
And even help you get famous
Get you a column to yourself
And put your face in the papers
Niggas claimin' they're OG's
And they ain't even no gangstas
Just lying about your life
Boy, you just puttin on make up
And you inking ya face up
Now you stinking the place up
Fo something happen to you
Boy go to church and get prayed fuh
And ask for forgiveness
Cleanse your soul of that spirit
Go head and give your life to God
And find a purpose for living
Then take your pick of these women and
Pass that shit to your children
And be thankful to tell your testimony
Every thanksgiving
Now do this is rememberance
From that time you was lost
More than half way on a pathway
To gettin f*cked off
By some niggas thats bout they business
Pissin' dro from their kidneys
Who, not at any point in time
Got no use for no witness
That's why business and personal interests
Don't ever quite get along
Cuz when people get in their feelings
This shit gets deeper than songs
Sinatra