Lyrics Trouble On My Mind - The Game, Dubb, Jake

Trouble On My Mind

Killers hanging outside the windows
Sayin' oh my, oh my
I got trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
And all my enemies bring a pistol
Sayin' rarararara
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble
So I got to keep my pistol close
Even cops killing folks
16, what a hoe
One in the chamber
Mass on my face so we made a stranger
They run on the corner
Run inside when we pull up No negotiations how you’re talkin' to a… Black
What you hear when them shots go on Devil on my shoulder
Tellin' me to squeeze my Glock on you
The only angel that I see
Was a logo on the floor
I’m like 7 black niggaz
All my enemies forget it Knew the murder was the case
What was playing in the deck
How else can I live my life?
When yesterday’s promise
Turned to present day lies
Killers hanging outside the windows
Sayin' oh my, oh my
I got trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
And all my enemies bring a pistol
Sayin' rarararara
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble
I’m shooting at the niggaz
I’m the best
Catch you walkin' out at the station
That’s your ass
Nigga that’s for Mike Brown
Niggaz have to swap me They’re the real enemies
Who wanted to kill me Killin' you and killin' us Justice don’t mean shit for us Cops killin' niggaz
But they’ll never get a sentence
Get promoted right after getting an officer spit you
And all black kids playin' guns at you
That' been happening for years
So that’s nothing new
Got me sick to my stomach
Fuck a stomach flu
Tell the captain of police that we’re coming through
With troops
And they’re scared to die
And they let us shoot
Some at the roof and some
Killers hanging outside the windows
Sayin' oh my, oh my
I got trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
And all my enemies bring a pistol
Sayin' rarararara
I got trouble on my mind
I got trouble