Troubled Flow (Recorded) -TroubleT

My flow is refined, like a well-oiled machine

But I'm not robotic not my nature, Mckoo is off the scene

I do this rap shit like Martin Luther, see I had a dream

Fat stacks of cash in a whip that's hella clean

 

But ya see that ain't the whole story son,

My life isn't glamorous at all, more like a shitty rerun

Let me tell you this episode has been old since it begun

And it's bullshit, don't make any sense like a midnight sun

 

Been slangin' the pen to the pad since two thousand and four

Ten years later I'm 24, still waitin' on the ground floor

Shoutout to public housing, man, it ain't what I live for

And I'm sick of seeing life through a burglar bar door

 

Like one day, I wanna be up in lights, christmas all the time, head to toe with the ice

bitches hollerin' for my sack, I'll take 'em naughty or nice,

snow all over a ho ho ho, leave 'em covered in white

 

You say I got pipe dreams, son, that's fuckin' slander

How 'bout we skip the bullshit and the banter

I'm above the bar, and you're way below the standard

You got no balls, testicular cancer

 

Hit you harder than a rock, colder than a glacier

On that my level shit, nigga, you still own a pager

My rhymes shine, got precision, you can call it laser

To even stand next to Trouble T, you gotta sign a waiver