Problems

Problems I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems What you know bout sleeping on the floor with yo own mama? I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems What you know bout sleeping on the floor with yo own mama? My own patna switched on me I was just feenin for the money I couldn't get a dollar Whole time my family knew nothing They say lil boy You always in something Go get yo own And quit runnin All I had was a stick Wanted to buss a head For a quick hunnid Slick used to feel like my pops here Ain love me But I know if I do that shit He'll turn his back and say f*ck me That's when I knew I had to chase money I was a wild young nigga Like a straight junkie Even da president can't run me I say f*ck y'all cause you ain love me Syrup on the plate I don't do honey Syrup in my cup Sippin sippin wockhardt Thinking bout them times I was waitin on dat call I swear these people Prayin on my downfall Just wait and Ima show you how to ball I done walked alotta miles for this shit Prolly done walked on mars And I bet I put that on .. God Don't nobody wanna hear about ya problems I swear I'm workin all a time I'm tryna go get paid I gotta work these problems Tryna figure out my own way But all these niggas wanna hate This really just a PSA Ima put them racks in they face Really my main problem I like grown bitches The one that know How to get it done Not these young ass tricked out bitches These hoes b playin with they gums And I need a lil mama who gon Do the whole thing Not even playin no games I ain't sayin no names But these bitches be a shame They done freed Dolow out the muhfuckin chains I ain't playin no games They wouldn't get to take him again I done had 10 years to go work on my aim My ex called tryna get back in But I done found a new flame I heard a knocked at da door three times I been waitin all gahdamn day To go smoke a new strain I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems What you know bout sleeping on the floor with yo own mama? These niggas ain't neva sleep on da flo These niggas ain't neva kick a back doe They'll tell a f*ck nigga what they know These niggas be singing like a choir bro Niggas ain never serve Gotta watch yo back Twelve round the corner Boy better get low Pillow talking I got ya girl on go I be pimpin and she know That's my Mojo I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems I could I could I could I could I could tell you bout the problems I could tell you bout the problems What you know bout sleeping on the floor with yo own mama?