Trouble

I try to pretend that I'm defferent, but in the end We're all the same, all the same I pray to god the father, forgive a ni**a I'm never gonna change, never gonna change I try to pretend that I'm defferent, but in the end We're all the same, all the same I pray to god the father, forgive a ni**a I'm never gonna change, never gonna change Now the singer rob called the police on me Y'all ni**as ran out And cop the CD See what I discovered That y'all some snitch lovers I might speak But I don't f**k with nobody See what Doug, Jimmy, and LA Don't know If these young' uns cross the line with HOV I'm letting it blow Have the papers writing stories Like didn't they know This what happens When they made that rapper C. E. O., I know It's just a matter of time Before the steady hate Stars to overflow Then the levee breaks And my conscience goes You escape the rico Why throw everyting qway Over ego You paper chasing They paper hating Bilionaire HOV You on the pace to make it F**k that! Exclamation, comma