Trouble Remains

Now the money longer, but the problems multiply  

New haters in the comments, same ones from the block ride  

Tried to leave it, tried to fly out to the coast  

But the ghosts in my phone still hit me the most  

Lawyer on speed dial, judge know my face  

Every time I touch a mil, another case in the safe  

I don’t trust the new friends, I don’t trust the old crew  

‘Cause the ones that knew you broke usually hate on you  

I been shot at, locked up, watched my dawgs get buried  

Still pourin’ liquor for the fallen every February  

Tried to go legit, put the work on the shelf  

But the streets pull me back like they know me too well  

I see the same cycle in my little brother’s eyes  

Same hunger, same pain, same look of surprise  

When the blue lights flash and the cuffs get tight  

Trouble don’t forget, trouble don’t die