Problems

More money more problems But I got the heat to solve it I was down didn't really wanna know me In my bag can't mix with these phonies I went from rags to riches I doubled my digits I put on my hitters This shit never stop This thirty I'm sipping OT in the kitchen These foreigns I'm whipping straight back to the block Started with a rock Doubled it up Called up my plug Said I'll take it all Now that I'm up She wanna f*ck Get on her knees she giving me top Cos I ain't got time for the games I be outside with the gang Riding with the flame All of my dogs untamed They let it rain Tryna leave stains on the pavements Up and we aim it Gotta stay dangerous F*ck all you haters Cos that shit don't phase us Catch em outside and we leaving them brainless If you my brother we do not count favours Walk through my hood and they think that I'm famous Straight from the gutter the trenches they paid us Fucking her raw smack her down like I'm shamus Kicked down my door tryna lock me in cages More money more problems But I got the heat to solve it I was down didn't really wanna know me In my bag can't mix with these phonies I went from rags to riches I doubled my digits I put on my hitters This shit never stop This thirty I'm sipping OT in the kitchen These foreigns I'm whipping straight back to the block More money more problems But I got the heat to solve it I was down didn't really wanna know me In my bag can't mix with these phonies I went from rags to riches I doubled my digits I put on my hitters This shit never stop This thirty I'm sipping OT in the kitchen These foreigns I'm whipping straight back to the block It is what it is f*ck what it was Got it out the mud had to run it up Now they show love and I'm with the dawgs Bust out your lungs we smoking em up Fill up my cup way to the brim Sipping it slow I don't want it too end No I wont fold, break or bend Give me a hundred years in the pen Life's a gamble gotta roll that dice Heart went cold gotta put it on ice When we pull up gotta kill them lights Say a little prayer for the sacrifice We up all night we tryna get right We outside they out of sight Married the hustle I call her my wife If I get jammed I'm looking at life More money more problems But I got the heat to solve it I was down didn't really wanna know me In my bag can't mix with these phonies I went from rags to riches I doubled my digits I put on my hitters This shit never stop This thirty I'm sipping OT in the kitchen These foreigns I'm whipping straight back to the block