Lyrics Trouble's Son. - Syringe

Fuck it
Ay man, why the fuck can′t I use my
Regular voice being compared to some dumb nigga I
Don't fucking care about?
Ay, oo, uh

Fucking had enough of you niggas

We ain′t going under the fear of you niggas

Ain't no fucking popping in the scream of these niggas

So now you need to motherfucking pray for the nigga
I'm not a trouble′s son
Who thinks I′m a trouble's son?
Autistic charging going in clutch
Autistic shit, autistic shit
You know it is some autistic shit
Autistic shit, autistic shit
You know it is some autistic shit
Autistic shit, autistic shit
You know it is some autistic shit
Autistic shit, autistic shit
You know it is some autistic shit
Autistic shit, autistic shit
You know it is some autistic shit
Autistic shit, autistic shit
You know it is some autistic shit