ft. Problem
(Verse)
Look at the road I done paved away
It’s like three five four in a major way
Roof crips on the roof and I’m payed to stay
Ace of spades will spade and fella face is cased
Loads of roads and hoes, but the dro wanna rule up
Wanna gimme now, gotta hol’ up
Price’s goin’ up like the throw up
Mommy suicidal cuz the Phantom got the door up
You ain’t neva seen gold wings on a double R
All these rappers fiends leavin’ their kids at home with their mother
But you still gotta suffer cuz yo shoes match yo other car?!
Lock the spot to anotha broad?
I’m just livin’, I don’t wanna war
I’m just chillin’, I don’t wanna morph
I’m in the buildin’, whachya runnin’ fo’?
Closed mouth, whachya got it fo’?
Ah, n***a, who’s the man to put yo head on a display?
My Sensei say it’s sicker this way
Start rap till I push mine
Whole cart like a kush vine
Run up with the bulls, I’m fully macked in the tri state
And I ain’t even met this pain
You’ll get it later, hater keep moving for the movers
G’yall jackers, g’yall crackers, y’all crack heads just get in line
Hard time fo’ a diamond lane n***a
Hell to the illest, if you feel it put ‘em hells up
f** yo hair, what ya scared of?
So blessed but I’m so stressed
They don’t like me, no checks
But I’m built for the project
More s** on the low tex
Low sweats and the low jet
White sand on the floor
White ham by the door
(Hook)
I’m here fo’ a good time, not a long time, you know I
I haven’t had a good time in a long time, you know I
I’m way up, I feel blessed, way up, I feel blessed
I’m way up, I feel blessed, way up, I feel blessed
(Verse 2: Problem)
You block, I’m knockin’, straight outta Compton
Bout six years ago I was straight outta options
Took the weight off my shoulders and put it in boxes
Good skirs, send it to the multi herses
Same time, 2.20 OG ounces
Goin’ down to the third, meet weezy and bird
sh** is all in with it, no part-time hustlin’
Need to rob the squad, all you bleed on the curve
Straight out! I made it, I feel blessed, she on it, cuz I’m so fresh
Spread ‘em on out, maximize yo hustle then you spread it all out
Enough talkin’, all that tough talkin’
Have a Glock in yo mouth, get ya done while I’m sittin’ on my couch
Stop telling me what I oughta say cuz I ain’t listening
Now let me chill, sit back and watch my daughter play
Go, aye, (stop the track! it’s yo girl, J, alright, bye)
Back at it, always with the runnin’, I’mma track at it
Find me backpackin’, dee have and the track jacket
Ride packin’ in the meads, put it in the cadillac
Rollin’ down century, real n***as mention me
When they bring up whoeva’s runnin’ sh**
Diamond lane be the government
Arrogant and lovin’ it
Boy, I lay yo b**h, it feel like a glove in it
Hand me my oven mints
It’s hot in the kitchen, in the hood I post
Not just for grams, 28 grams
Times 16, by the time my daughter 16 she’ll be in the Lamb
(Hook)