JAY-Z — Troubles On My Mind

I've got so much troubles on my mind Refuse to lose My nephews need new shoes Plus they chew food like it’s goin outta style so blaow! Take that nigga four way back I’m always strapped like Nike Airs It’s right here Under the belt and one in the hand, nigga Nothin to help I’m wanted with the feds Anybody killer for anybody’s scrilla Anybody out there know anybody realer Any amount of hunger make any nigga dealer That's why in your hood they feel us I don’t walk around with a gun cause it’s the style I’m walkin around with one cause I ain’t tryin to miss my child 'Till my unborn son is born I'm tryin to be around 'Till then, listen to the sound, blaow!