Rashad - Problems lyrics

[Produced by Rashad] [Hook] A n***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 them 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 them projects [Verse 1] I gotta get my mama out the projects So it's llamas in the projects A n***a out here starving This rap better work, I'm playing n***as in that garden I came from that fridge with empty crates and milk cartons boy Belly achin', walking with a 9 Should I shoot him down or just rob a n***a blind Only head shots, never catch him in his spine That's what my block taught me, it's a k** every time That's just the mind of a kid trying to free his mom Out that two bedroom with five kids Malnourished, ribs touching, man this poverty a b**h So we slanging dope, ducking pigs, posted with them sticks Welcome to Ohio, where we hustle to live So it's factory work Or we busting down and breaking if that ain't gon' work Then we run in your crib, six smoking like Wiz One move, bump bump, put two in your wig Grandma pray for our sins, hoping God forgives But today is pay day, and all this broke ish gon' end I swear all this broke ish gon' end [Hook] [Verse 2] 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 brick, said he front me quarter key Told him, "gimme a week, I'll be where I need to be” Now I'm penitentiary chancing on the block with my G's Trying to clock G's 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 n***a try me Cops casing the block trying to lock me It's hard here, nightmares ‘Cause I don't want my kids to grow up here But it feels like a trap, all I do is trap here Everyday we hopping fences, dipping on twelve It's like we running track here But I gotta get this pack clear Survival is the key Big a** crib with garages is the dream Ba-balancing flows, to balancing triple beams ‘Cause I ain't never been a problem But something's gotta give ‘Cause a n***a got problems [Hook] [Outro] Blue collar, blue, blue collar [x8]