Mission Statement - Problem

Chachi!

Niggas choose a dumb dollar over smart pennies

If they don’t see the strings attached, don’t mean they ain’t any

If you ain’t took a loss, then most likely you can’t feel me

Had it up, I’m one hundred, that’s two fifties — always

Unless I’m dealing with this bitches

'Cause handling the real ain’t really in they intuition

Baby mamas included, take heed 'fore you be sorry

One of mine fucked the homie, another one fuckin' robbed me

From industry roles to eye level with Glocks

Survived time after time, like watches chasing the clock, Chachi

Still standing, still 3−5-4 banging

Till my numbers in the rafters, look at 3−5-4 hanging

'Fore I’m done I’ma have the world 3−5-4 banging

Bad bitches 'round L-A bet I 3−5-4 banged it

Yea, dick swinging on another level

Y’all niggas angels acting like the fucking devil

Had some deals on the table but I backed out

Counted mills on the table 'fore I plaqued out

Had a three-way with your girl, yea, we maxed out

But I don’t remember shit, boy, I blacked out

Bird told me before I go I gotta teach him something

If it ain’t brought about no change, then its all for nothin'

Duckin' range, homies killed, shit it’s all for nothin'

Diamond motherfucking lane, shit it’s all or nothin'

Staying tall at Jabbar, we don’t fall for nothin'

We let these clown niggas be clowns, we just sit and watch

We got ours out the mud, we don’t know no stoppin'

And put our backs against the wall, you gonna hear them shots

Drak Drak, got me walkin' with my cash out

Pull up drunk, fuck your girl like I’m fresh out

Pick my youngin' from the county, boy, he fresh out

Public defender tried to screw him but he straight now

Mind tickin', politickin' on another million

Everything is about precision, youngin' sit and listen

Don’t get high and make decisions, when you on your mission

My last nigga that didn’t listen doin' life in prison

She got me sick, I need to heal up

Feel it in my stomach like a sit up

Niggas all said I fell off, oh, I needed that

Yea, say ol' boy took my spot, well I need it back

Fuck, whats happenin?

Don’t make a nigga count a hundred thousand out

Don’t make me start fucking niggas hoes again

Don’t make me start running up on niggas with mirrors

Makin' it easy for niggas to see how hoe they is

I ain’t playin' nice wit niggas for no rap verse

And I ain’t actin' like I like you for no rap verse

Must I remind you niggas, I was in the trap first

And I ain’t get thrown a P, Bro I push stacks first

Sole survivor’s in my blood, check my DNA

in a skirt I’ll be a okay

My new bitch body bang like an 808

Stay with that heat, 2−2-3's Bape NMDs

Diamond freeze, cold world needed heated seats

These fucking streets will turn a yee into a fucking beast

Still got a thang for cute bitches wearing buns

Freak pretty hoes and every bitch that’s 'bout they funds

My girl fucked a real nigga now she hate lames

Still with my day ones, can you say the same?

Nigga, can you say the same?

If you can’t you got to live knowing you to blame

Chachi, nigga