Chapters (No Problem)

You don't want no problem You don't want no problem You don't want no problem You don't want no problem You don't want drama You don't want drama No problems Tell em they don't want no problem I've been on with my real ones And I had to set it off for my real ones No cap, money talk, I'm a real one So they feeling pretty heavy with a real one Let me take you all back to them hard days No money banging heavy out the projects Mama did it on her own in the process While my daddy up in jail taking losses Drinking water out the faucet with bills due While the homies getting faded in the next room Tears running down her face was the sad truth Pushing heavy out the trap, cause we had to Full of tatoos, told me never take shit Cause if you really want the bag you gotta take it You were born into the trap and gotta face it The hustle don't stop so we on until we make it You don't want no problem You don't want no problem You don't want no problem You don't want no problem You don't want drama You don't want drama No problems I was wrecking out the booth spitting real pain No tape could of ever set the bar straight Cause they still hate grinding when it get it late An addiction for the money was the mind state And mom prayed, knew where we came from Get the nueve on the hip, boy don't play dumb Cause you never see me slip I was raised on Real OGs and the calles that I stayed on Never had a father figure but the real G's Took me and they told me this is family If they ever hit the block here's a dime piece Load it cock it back and you better bust the cap G We was heavy the game like we all know Ima make it out if it means riding dolo Told my mom this a place that I can't grow Gave it to the booth and the bars did it solo You don't want no problem You don't want no problem You don't want no problem You don't want no problem You don't want drama You don't want drama No problems Now I'm living out my tapes and I get paid Every year a different come up with an upgrade Cause I won't fade spit till my bars stay Circle too small it's a fact I don't got space I don't know fakes, been with the real deal Hood Figaz world wide let the game feel While I sit on my table for the next meal Grind hard for your plate you cannot steal Couple years went by now I know the game Don't talk funny now like you know my name And carry all the grind all around the chain To remind me of the pain that was in my way Sustained all the shit, now I live fine Back bone to rough for a weak spine Ima get mine, grind till this shit shine I was living out the trap out them hard times