Money On My Mind
The Game Lyrics


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Killers hanging outside the windows, aye
Oh my, oh my, I got trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
I know my enemies run when that pistol shake
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I got trouble on my mind, trouble

It's a stolen G ride whenever we ride
It's war where we reside so I gots to keep my
Pistol close, even cops killing folks
Give their ass the whole magazine, fuck a centerfold
Sixteen with it, ho, one in the chamber
Mask on my face so I remain a stranger
Death round the corner run inside when we pull up
Learn the negotiations, how you talking to a bulldog?
Blap, blap, blap - what you hear when them shots go off
Devil on my shoulders told me squeeze my Glocks on y'all
Only the angel that I seen was the logo on the fitted
I'm a seven black nigga, all my enemies'll get it
Bloody rag wrapped around my motherfucking tech
Snoop "Murder Was The Case" what was playing in the deck
How else could I live my life
When yesterday's promise turn to present day's lies?
With the

Killers hanging outside the windows, aye
Oh my, oh my, I got trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
I know my enemies run when that pistol shake
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I got trouble on my mind, trouble

Yeah, fuck shooting brothers for the color of their rag
I'm shooting at the niggas with the badge
Catch you walking out the station, that's your ass
Nigga, that's for Mike Brown, pussy, that's for Eric Garner
Pig, that's for Sean Bell, die from these nine shells
Go against the SWAT team, meet us at the swap meet
Bloods and Crips together, peace treaty like it's '93
They the real enemies, they the ones that killing me
Killing you, they killing us, judges don't do shit for us
Cops kill a nigga, bet they'll never get a sentence huh
Get promoted right after getting off suspension
What the fuck is this world coming to?
Unarmed black kids, they putting guns at you
That's been happening for years so that's nothing new
Got me sick to my stomach, fuck a stomach flu
Tell captain or the police that we coming through
With troops that ain't scared to die and they love to shoot
Some out the roof, it sunk

Killers hanging outside the windows, aye
Oh my, oh my, I got trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind




I know my enemies run when that pistol shake
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I got trouble on my mind, trouble

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Game feat. Dubb Jake & Papa's song Trouble On My Mind speaks to the experiences of individuals in high- risk environments where survival is a daily battle. The opening line "Killers hanging outside the windows" paints a picture of a gritty reality where threats are imminent, and enemies are always lurking. The chorus "I got trouble on my mind" is a mantra that many individuals in these environments have internalized as they adapt to living in such conditions. The lyrics are a reflection of the hopelessness and despair felt by individuals living in these environments, where violence is normalized, and the authorities are seen as part of the problem rather than the solution.


The lyrics also address the issue of police brutality and systemic racism in America. In the verse "Yeah, fuck shooting brothers for the color of their rag, I'm shooting at the n**gas with the badge," The Game openly criticizes how police have been responsible for numerous instances of violence against people of color. He calls out several instances where police have killed unarmed black men, and the perpetrators have not faced any consequences. He ends the verse with a call to arms for those that want to seek justice and fight against this system where they are deemed expendable.


Line by Line Meaning

Killers hanging outside the windows, aye
Dangerous people are lurking outside the window


Oh my, oh my, I got trouble on my mind
I'm deeply worried about the threats around me


I got trouble on my mind
I'm preoccupied with my problems and concerns


I know my enemies run when that pistol shake
My adversaries are afraid when I brandish my gun


Nah, nah, nah, nah, I got trouble on my mind, trouble
I'm experiencing a lot of hardships and difficulties


It's a stolen G ride whenever we ride
We're driving a car that was taken unlawfully


It's war where we reside so I gots to keep my
Our neighborhood is a place of constant conflict, so I must always be prepared


Pistol close, even cops killing folks
I carry my gun with me because cops sometimes kill people without just cause


Give their ass the whole magazine, fuck a centerfold
I'll use all my bullets on them, not just a few, because I'm not concerned with living a glamorous lifestyle


Sixteen with it, ho, one in the chamber
I have a 16-round magazine, but I only keep one bullet in the chamber to reduce the chance of an accidental discharge


Mask on my face so I remain a stranger
I wear a mask to hide my identity and avoid being identified by the authorities or my enemies


Death round the corner run inside when we pull up
We always have to be cautious, because danger could be lurking nearby


Learn the negotiations, how you talking to a bulldog?
It's important to know how to talk to someone who is dangerous or aggressive


Blap, blap, blap - what you hear when them shots go off
The sound of gunshots is loud and frightening


Devil on my shoulders told me squeeze my Glocks on y'all
My negative thoughts are telling me to use my guns against my enemies


Only the angel that I seen was the logo on the fitted
The only positive influence in my life is the logo on my hat


I'm a seven black nigga, all my enemies'll get it
I'm a dangerous person who makes no distinction between my enemies, regardless of their race


Bloody rag wrapped around my motherfucking tech
My gun is wrapped in a red bandana, symbolizing my gang membership and willingness to engage in violence


Snoop "Murder Was The Case" what was playing in the deck
I was listening to a song about murder when I was driving around with my gun


How else could I live my life
Given the circumstances of my environment, what other way is there for me to live?


When yesterday's promise turn to present day's lies?
When the hopes of yesterday fail to materialize, what becomes of the present?


Yeah, fuck shooting brothers for the color of their rag
It's wrong to kill someone because of their gang affiliation


I'm shooting at the niggas with the badge
My anger is directed towards the police


Catch you walking out the station, that's your ass
If I see you leaving the police station, you're in trouble


Nigga, that's for Mike Brown, pussy, that's for Eric Garner
The police killings of these two black men have motivated me to take revenge


Pig, that's for Sean Bell, die from these nine shells
I'm avenging the death of Sean Bell by shooting at the police


Go against the SWAT team, meet us at the swap meet
Even the SWAT team can't stop us, we'll be waiting for them at the swap meet


Bloods and Crips together, peace treaty like it's '93
Even rival gang members are uniting against the police, just like in 1993


They the real enemies, they the ones that killing me
The police are the true enemy, they are the ones causing harm to me and my community


Killing you, they killing us, judges don't do shit for us
The police are killing both the police and civilians, and the justice system doesn't help us


Cops kill a nigga, bet they'll never get a sentence huh
Police officers rarely face punishment for killing black people


Get promoted right after getting off suspension
Police officers who commit violent acts are often promoted, even after being suspended


What the fuck is this world coming to?
The world is becoming more chaotic and dangerous


Unarmed black kids, they putting guns at you
The police are treating innocent black children as if they are armed


That's been happening for years so that's nothing new
The police have been killing unarmed black people for generations


Got me sick to my stomach, fuck a stomach flu
This situation is making me physically ill


Tell captain or the police that we coming through
We're not afraid to confront the police head-on


With troops that ain't scared to die and they love to shoot
We have fearless soldiers who are eager to use their guns


Some out the roof, it sunk
Some of our members are firing from the rooftops, and the opposition is losing




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Written by: JAYCEON TAYLOR

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@EFerrorfile

Man, these Game mixtapes were constantly on repeat back in the day. So fucking good songs!

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2023 the Game still here 🔥

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this song is TIGHT

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64 lit 💝💯🔥👌

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Kinda sounds like a Em produced beat if you ask me

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