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