This is a song about "Truble comin"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

They say life for me ain't comin easy,

Thank you for comin out here folks!

I kill shows and bag more clothes

But you had it comin motherfucker now your face resembles red slush

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Spittin' venom and no ever sees it comin'

Like this, be poppin' kris tha lyrical twist comin'

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

It's really not an issue

So im comin back at you

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Comin' up in the rap game gonna blow up soon