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Problems
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Problems fue publicado el 27 de octubre de 2014 por MMG/Atlantic como parte del álbum Ohio
ÁlbumOhio
Released27 de octubre de 2014
SelloMMG/Atlantic
IdiomaEnglish
BPM90
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Letras

Elevate
A **** got problems
Sittin' here plottin' how to count a million dollars
I need houses and garages
Got baby mama drama, get my mama out the projects
Ain't got too many options
So I'ma take one, double back and make a profit
I need houses and garages
Got baby mama drama, get my mama out the projects
I gotta get my mama out the projects or it's llamas in the projects
A **** out here starvin'
This rap better work, I'm playin' **** in that garden
I came from that fridge with empty crates and milk cartons, boy
Belly achin', walkin' with a 9
Should I shoot him down or just rob a **** blind?
Only headshots, never catch him in the spine
That's what my block taught me, it's a kill every time
That's just the mind of a kid tryna free his mom
Out that two bedroom with five kids
Malnourished, ribs touchin', man, this poverty a bitch
So we slangin' dope, duckin' pigs, posted with them sticks
Welcome to Ohio where we hustle to live, so it's factory work
Or we bustin' down the brick and if that ain't gon' work
Then we run in your crib, six smokin' like Wiz
One move, bump, bump, put two in your wig
Grandma I pray for our sins, hopin' God forgives
But today is payday and all this broke is gon' end
I swear all this broke is gon' end
A **** got problems
Sittin' here plottin' how to count a million dollars
I need houses and garages
Got baby mama drama, get my mama out the projects
Ain't got too many options
So I'ma take one, double back and make a profit
I need houses and garages
Got baby mama drama, get my mama out the projects
My baby on her last Pamper
And her mama on my last nerve
And I just lost my sneaker gig
So you know it's back to the curb
My cousin got a bird, said he front me quarter key
Told him, "Give me a week, I'll be where I need to be"
Now I'm penitentiary chancin' on the block with my Gs
Tryna clock Gs to feed my family
And I don't wanna do it, but I'm in a tight squeeze
Left hand full of stones, right hand got a tight squeeze
On this hammer 'case a **** try me
Cops casin' the plot, tryna lock me, it's hard here, nightmare
'Cause I don't want my kids to grow up here
But it feels like a trap, all I do is trap here
Every day we hoppin' fences, dippin'
On 12, it's like we runnin' track here
But I gotta get this pack cleared, survival is the key
Big ass crib with garages is a dream
B-B-Balancin' flows (So balance your triple beams)
'Cause I ain't ever been a problem
But somethin' gotta give 'cause a **** got problems
A **** got problems
Sittin' here plottin' how to count a million dollars
I need houses and garages
Got baby mama drama, get my mama out the projects
Ain't got too many options
So I'ma take one, double back and make a profit
I need houses and garages
Got baby mama drama, get my mama out the projects
Blue collar, blue, blue collar
Blue collar, blue, blue collar (Ohio)
Blue collar, blue, blue collar
Blue collar, blue, blue collar
Blue collar, blue, blue collar
Blue collar, blue, blue collar
Blue collar, blue, blue collar
Blue collar, blue, blue collar
Written by: K. Myrics, R. Thomas
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