Problems - Stalley

A nigga got problems

Sittin' here, plottin' how to count a million dollars

I need houses and garages

Got baby mama drama, get my mama out the 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 the projects

I gotta get my mama out the projects

So it’s llamas in the projects

A nigga out here starving

This rap better work, I’m playing niggas in that garden

I came from that fridge with empty crates and milk cartons

Barely achin', walking with a 9

Should I shoot him down or just rob a nigga blind

Only head shots, never catch him in his spine

That’s what my block taught me, it’s a kill 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 bitch

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, cig 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

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 bird, 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 nigga 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 hoping fences, dipping on twelve

It’s like we running track here

But I gotta get this pack clear

Survival is the key

Big ass 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 nigga got problems

Blue collar, blue, blue collar