TrellGotWings - Problems lyrics

[Hook: C-Kno] Since I ain't come up with a father, imma get rich for my mama If your thinking of holding me back, b**h you gone get cut like a barber I'm headed straight to the top, and looking to go even farther I come from the hood, finesse then I jug You know a young n***a had problems Problems, you know I had problems, you know I had, [x4] [Verse 1: C-Kno] Lord knows jugging and finessin' is a blessin' When I get to steppin', b**h I keep that Smith&Wesson Imma run up hella racks because I heard my mama stressin' Knew I was a legend since I was 11 Wear black like a reverend, ask if I'm the best, a'int no question Wake and I bake smoking swishers for breakfast n***a's is fake plus they broke and they jealous,But if they want war it's whatever whenever 'Cuz f** n***a's never faze me, they hate me Can't wait to erase me [aye] But these hoes like Lebron in the paint, they can't wait to bang me No talking, pay me, all 'bout my Ben's like Mercedes, whipping it up like its slavery These b**hes crazy, they ask me to father they babies, then I'm on a roll like a skate rink,Say you whippin' chickens let me see your wrist then How come when I checked the kitchen, homie you was missing? Know I'm repping 216 and If I catch you dissing Then I'm on that Bull-sh** like I'm Scottie Pippen Get to sippin' then I roll up a spliff and get high Pick up a thot just to hop in her thighs No lovin' or cuffin' this just for tonight f** you expect, sent a text with goodbye, [aye] [Hook] [Verse 2: C-Kno] Remember back when everybody was asleep tho Now they peeped I'm a wild boy like Steveo Why your b**h steady texting? She a freak hoe Every time I hit her with the D she be geeked bro Is it 'cuz I'm flexing on you n***as like I'm John Wall Or 'cuz I'm down to catch a body like a ground ball They ask me why I always keep my watch on 'Cuz I ain't got the time to take some time off All of these n***as be claiming they whippin' Is you really in the kitchen? 'Cuz my family still do this sh** for a livin' Trying to make it out the trenches I just want money and respect, but if your beefing with the set The all my homies at your neck If Von pull up with the tec You best get to duckin' because he bustin' What the f** did you expect? I'm trying to tell you that these b**hes fake, getting cake Let a real n***a demonstrate, doing tricks with these tricks like a n***a skate Imma finesse for a check 'till my n***as straight This b**h know I'm all 'bout my bills, this sh** for real f** how you f** n***as feel I keep that steel, if you run up on me you might get k**ed Aye, aye C-Kno getting green like Ceelo Finna jack these little n***as like Deebo, ooh [C-Kno]