Money Pit (Problems)

[Intro: Aasim]
Look, anyway, uh, I got this plan to make some money
I want you to keep this shit to yourself
Uh, I'm steady on that grind (Shit is fucked up right now)
Crime steady on my mind, listen
Uh, I'm steady on that grind (Lookin' at everything with a different perspective)
Crime steady on my mind, listen

[Chorus: Kai & Aasim]
I got problems on my mind (Uh-huh) and a gun in my right hand (Uh-huh)
So what you think I'm gon' do? (I'm about to pop niggas)
I got problems on my mind (Uh) and a gun in my right hand (Uh-huh)
So what you think I'm gon' do? (Run in a spot, niggas, oh)

[Verse 1: Aasim]
Rap is my catalog, wrapped up in camouflage
Amongst a bunch of bitches, provin' I'm in the man in charge
Stress got me losin' hair, I stare at the Heaven's light
Let's shoot the fair one, God, shit, ain't nothin' fair in life
It's either weed or crack, sell it for Jesus stack
Losin' my faith, I'm tryna scrape off my Jesus tat
Pull off a caper too, just to get a face or two
Go in the court with Wize, the nigga caught a case or two
I made a few mistakes, they was misdemeanors really
While Diddy throwin' parties, I'm up in the inner city
You deserve a depiction, niggas learn from addiction
Now people in my crib all on the verge of eviction
My words never fiction, and no matter whether
Rap or doin' good or on the curb, I fit the description
So why you think I'm pissed? Every day's a higher risk
Aniya need them diapers, my daughter is fly as shit
And she deserve the best, daddy's little shinin' star
3:45 AM: niggas repoin' my car
Thought I was goin' far, but soon as I get a step
I get that stress that make a nigga smoke a cigarette
And I don't even smoke, but I smoked a half a pack
And drank a pint of 'gnac, sippin' in a Pontiac
Gun in my writin' hand, gloves on for evidence
Lookin' like Larenz Tate in Dead Presidents
A record deal, a clean record, that's irrelevant
I got a money problem, only dough will settle it

[Chorus: Kai G, Aasim & Wize G]
I got problems on my mind and a gun in my right hand
So what you think I'm gon' do? (I'm about to pop niggas)
I got problems on my mind (Uh) and a gun in my right hand (Uh-huh, yeah)
So what you think I'm gon' do? (Okay, run in a spot, niggas)

[Verse 2: Wize G]
You got some dudes that be makin' them rules
Some dudes takin' them rules, some other dudes breakin' them rules
Me? I choose to be shakin' a jake when I move
See I move in secrecy like how the masons'll move, shh
I don't talk or do no cults
And we don't walk, we ride, so be on point, look
I'd rather be on the sandy beaches of y'all
With my rod deep in the throat of a nasty bad broad
Oh Lord, your boy's comin'
Dumbin' if you think that I was in here to get somethin'
Ma, you a comedian for that
We put the hoes in the front and keep the G's in the back
I'm stacked with a bunch of dollars from crack, no fuckin' powder
Plus I got a few pounds of the skimmer
Bring more than a few rounds to drama
I bid it with life was you dudes are cowards
We not one in the same (Nope), this not one of them games (Nope)
This is one of them thangs
You know that bang, bang, our slanguage is terrible
So you could never find a better dude, just let him do

[Chorus: Kai & Aasim]
I got problems on my mind and a gun in my right hand
So what you think I'm gon' do? (I'm about to pop niggas)
I got problems on my mind (Uh) and a gun in my right hand (Uh-huh)
So what you think I'm gon' do? (Run in a spot, niggas)
I got problems on my mind and a gun in my right hand
So what you think I'm gon' do? (I'm about to pop niggas)
I got problems on my mind (Uh) and a gun in my right hand (Uh-huh)
So what you think I'm gon' do? (Run in a spot, niggas)