Alíen Tim- Papa Beat I’m Trouble Maker I’m Trouble Maker I’m Trouble Maker I’m Trouble Maker, your Bitch I ll take her. Strictly bout my paper, But my weed I do savor Hold up to you Haters, Discriminators, And Perpetrators. I ll do you a favor and give you this fuckin taser Ya need to sign a waver an pray for ya savior Ya might need a Tailor, Dress you up for dirt. Mayne it’s Obsurd, how ya ll count ya lls worth. Ever since ya lls birth you were born for the hurst. Ever since my birth I was meant to stir the earth. Wrath full of hurt an a soul to just murk. I lurk through your home mind blown, eyes stoned. Troubles unknown but find yourself pawned. Life’s a big yawn that’s why I rather con. Ima damn Don and a Pimp with my wand. Ain’t no makin bond for this TroubleMaker. Bitches do me cater, On my worst behavior. Tell her smash outta debt. I tell Er keep it wet an cash some muthafuckin checks. Hit me over text while u hold her hand. I’m goin land to land gettin ova on Uncle Sam. Damn I go ham an cookin with sum Pam. King of my land with Trouble in my hands!