No Problems

Okay, I ain't even gon' flex It's Sunday I ain't even up next But one day You gon' put this tape in Hit the replay Gon' vibe when you ride Chill to the music Feelin' what I'm puttin' inside Dealin' with your vulnerable side This go hard and I ain't even try Close your eyes Just vibe with me Do or die for life,really When I ridin', he drivin' me Great spirit, it's my Siri Navigate through the ways of the land Demonstrate when to kneel Understand Give me grace when I don't understand Which way is the best? No, God's got a plan Throughout my life My hands stayed dirty Down to ride when it's necessary Walk a line, I got no worries Take my time, I'm in no hurry Brothers die, so my eyes blurry Another ride to the cemetery Live your life, you know death comin' But of faith, and we gone, homie You don't really want no problem You don't really want no problem You don't really want no problem (won't no problem) You don't really want, yo, you don't really want no problem (won't no problem) All until I see that 'Til I drop down six feet deep in the casket Take my last breath and I breathe that Stand on the front line, called in to ask She keep mine free, no relapse Try and stay clean, but the mud gon' stick Suds in the fifth, duds on the whip One, two, five, six, so I curl in the silk With a pearl on the hip, hair trigger flicker on big Peace with the wood on the grip Black in a bed, 'bout to be incurred when I slip out, put the Hellcat on drill, smokin' a spliff Get thrown rap on the seat, you gon' see it with a pack on your step Been through hell, and I'll be damned if I climb down just so I can jump back in Back tires spin when I mash out, lookin' for the cash out, red zone, go for the win Ride for my friends, most of them gone so long in the grave, but they locked in a pen Smoke in the wind, raise up a toast to the ones that be locked down due in a bed, know the world ain't shit Lord heard every pray you left up down there in cell block six As the world on tilt, everybody Leroy left Had to put the south on drip, 'bout this here, yeah Bobbin' with the head nod, mobbin' in the streets out there Let me make this clear We some third-breds in the country Blue contract and true, and if it comes down to it Then you cross that line in a red, white, and blue Boy, you better salute You don't really want no problem (want no problem) You don't really want no problem (want no problem) You don't really want no problem You don't really want, you don't really want no problem