Текст песни Trouble — Shaderoom

A nigga tryna shade me

I swear to God on my mama
I swear to God on my homie

I swear to God to mama
That I’ll be forever be the same me
Thought you was 100
Till you got caught up off on James P
You was the homie
Until I heard you tryna shade me
Nigga tryna shade me

And it ain’t even make the room
I give a pussy nigga room
Who wanna fade me?
(I’ll take a fade right now)
While you was praying on my death with your team
I was praying to God that you keep it G

Why a fuck nigga gotta cross the realest?
Ain’t gotta tell you I love ya nigga
I’m gone let you feel it
Ain’t gotta tell you I’m 730
Know I’m gone spin it

How you gone say keep it real with you
I do, you get in yo feelings
You need a yes man, no ma’am, no sir
I ain’t bout that business
Tryna live another nigga life got stuck in penitentiary
At least I did my part, did my part
Yeen listen
You was playing catch up (Oh my God)
They blitz em
Man they stretched blood!

If you fall out they throw yo name across that railroad
Yo main man will slime you out
For a Chanel coat, already here
You ain’t gotta tell me I’m going to hell folk
When shank killed pig I’m lookin like dog what da hell fo
At odd wit Bro’s thought we was strong tight like the velcro
They always blame you when they fall
Wheneva I see lame shit
I just be through with it all
You gone see who real
So just stay true to them dawg

I swear to God to mama
That I’ll be forever be the same me
Thought you was 100
Till you got caught up off on James P
And you was the homie
Until I heard you tryna shade me
Nigga tryna shade me

And it ain’t even make the room
I give a pussy nigga room
Who wanna fade me?
While you was praying on my death with your team
I was praying to God that you keep it G