I Got a Problem
I just want the money
I don't chill with no new niggas I swear
I only chill with family
Cuz friends come and go they all disappear
I got a problem I hate niggas watching
I got a problem with stickin to violence
I got a problem I keep me a rocket
I got a problem I'm way too solid
I got a problem with working in silence
I got a problem with being too modest
I got a problem we nothing in common
I got a problem we nothing in common yea yea
I got nothing in common with you niggas I
Just a couple of things I done figured out
I don't follow I took a whole different route
Cuz yall turn into shit that yall ain't about
And I turn into everything ya bitch about
After all this face
You know I'm breaking out
Gotta face shit I'm moving different now
17 I started losing all the love and trust
The shit they be preaching bout
When I mean I needed you it was so tough
Cuz it was too much shit to figure out
And I'm keeping my dean the devil so busy
I'm praying all my brothers make it out
And you wonder why I'm always looking out
Cuz the karma always coming back around
I got a problem I hate niggas watching
I got a problem with stickin to violence
I got a problem I keep me a rocket
I got a problem I'm way too solid
I got a problem with working in silence
I got a problem with being too modest
I got a problem we nothing in common
I got a problem we nothing in common yea yea
This that get money live by the code
You get money start losing ya soul
Gotta know that you reap what you sow
Massage the money it's all on the table
I called that shit kneading the dough
We wrapping him up and give that nigga a wedgie
That's the shit we doing to trolls
I can't even lie to you I was raised in the cold
But it's all I know I
I can't even lie to you I wasn't even old
Before I was grown I
And I look after all of my brothers this ain't no loan
This shit from the soul baby
And this shit sound so crazy
This shit some violence
Man what the f
I got a problem I hate niggas watching
I got a problem with stickin to violence
I got a problem I keep me a rocket
I got a problem I'm way too solid
I got a problem with working in silence
I got a problem with being too modest
I got a problem we nothing in common
I got a problem we nothing in common yea yea
I don't chill with no new niggas I swear
I only chill with family
Cuz friends come and go they all disappear
I got a problem I hate niggas watching
I got a problem with stickin to violence
I got a problem I keep me a rocket
I got a problem I'm way too solid
I got a problem with working in silence
I got a problem with being too modest
I got a problem we nothing in common
I got a problem we nothing in common yea yea
I got nothing in common with you niggas I
Just a couple of things I done figured out
I don't follow I took a whole different route
Cuz yall turn into shit that yall ain't about
And I turn into everything ya bitch about
After all this face
You know I'm breaking out
Gotta face shit I'm moving different now
17 I started losing all the love and trust
The shit they be preaching bout
When I mean I needed you it was so tough
Cuz it was too much shit to figure out
And I'm keeping my dean the devil so busy
I'm praying all my brothers make it out
And you wonder why I'm always looking out
Cuz the karma always coming back around
I got a problem I hate niggas watching
I got a problem with stickin to violence
I got a problem I keep me a rocket
I got a problem I'm way too solid
I got a problem with working in silence
I got a problem with being too modest
I got a problem we nothing in common
I got a problem we nothing in common yea yea
This that get money live by the code
You get money start losing ya soul
Gotta know that you reap what you sow
Massage the money it's all on the table
I called that shit kneading the dough
We wrapping him up and give that nigga a wedgie
That's the shit we doing to trolls
I can't even lie to you I was raised in the cold
But it's all I know I
I can't even lie to you I wasn't even old
Before I was grown I
And I look after all of my brothers this ain't no loan
This shit from the soul baby
And this shit sound so crazy
This shit some violence
Man what the f
I got a problem I hate niggas watching
I got a problem with stickin to violence
I got a problem I keep me a rocket
I got a problem I'm way too solid
I got a problem with working in silence
I got a problem with being too modest
I got a problem we nothing in common
I got a problem we nothing in common yea yea
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Writer(s): Ayoub Kharbouch
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