Problem - Use 2 lyrics

[Hook - Problem:] Can't be f**in' with these b**hes like I used to No they don't make 'em like they used to No they don't make 'em like they used to No they don't make 'em like they used to I can't be f**in' with you n***as like I used to Cause no they don't make 'em like they used to No they don't make 'em like they used to No they don't make 'em like they used to [Verse 1 - Problem:] They don't make 'em like they used to, sh** That's gon' take some gettin' used to, sh** I'm in the hood, on the backstreets My old best friend tryna clap me So I'm like f** it, what the f** a n***a gon' do? I gotta get up before he give me but I love do Hooh, it's a f**ed up feeling co*k it back, get high, hit the muthaf**in' ceiling Like playin' what these n***as betta get that LA the land of the getback Make sure the weed kush before I hit that And if I ain't got a condom I won't hit that sh** done changed from how a n***a used to be My mind ain't the same as it used to be Shouldn't wait for the truth to see Got a little money ab baby right up in my boot to see That's why I [Hook - Problem] [Verse 2 - Bad Lucc:] It ain't the same, but I'm cool I don't f** with n***as anyway Stay to myself like a n***a who trust me Who never did me wrong, who neva broke my heart Who never pointed me out on the lick These hoes quick to get me set up but with another chick Fightin' to get it lit, the box have me callin' it quits Ain't that the pitch know Jason See that's how the game show Yo [Bridge - Problem:] They don't make 'em like they used to, sh** That's gon' take some gettin' used to, sh** They hate it when a n***a crackin' They'd rather meet me in the hood back-trappin' I stay in my lane, can't be worried bout these otha ones Five years, prolly bout to have anotha one sh**, plus a young n***a just got payed So I'm a have to get anotha one [Hook - Problem] [Verse 3 - Bad Lucc:] I'm seasoned for this, learned the game for many seasons I've enlisted, a gift, a curse, the soul rehearse So I neva make that mistake twice, throw the rice I'm married to the concept of conquering Bum a** hoes and fake bros crossin' the love-word Cheer for the kid that they sent as love birth On Instagram flexin' with a n***a like Love Birds Please, let me loose, let me believe what I do Let me believe you ain't true It's easier to not f** you, let's keep it cordial I won't even record you I'm askin' myself what would the Lord do Judas, well there you have it the cut-off is automatic [Hook - Problem]