Problems (2016)

[Intro]
I live by creed, no Apollo
Only a few things I follow
The light, loyalty, and honor
And it's death over dishonor
Bitch, I stay rockin' designer
That Gucci, Louie, and Prada
All my niggas 'bout that guala
I get caught, I don't know nothin'

[Verse 1]
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say, but I ain't never listening
'Cause most of these new niggas be bitches and
Most of these new shootings at innocents
But I came from the slums with my niggas
Remember days when I used to share crumbs with my niggas
Free Shotta, free Spazz, they was my niggas
You the type to get in that jam and go run on your niggas, but
I ain't never been the type, nigga
You don't wanna shoot dice, don't gamble with your life, nigga
'Cause everything gon' come with a price, nigga
Boy, I'm from the Pole, where it's colder than ice, nigga
And we coming from your head like lice, nigga
And we sticking through your crib like mice, nigga
Niggas coming for my cake and my pie, but I swear I'ma die 'fore I let 'em get a slice, nigga
'Cause I work too hard for this shit
Niggas want me to stop, but hell nah, I won't quit
Firm grip on the pole, I ain't ballin' the fist
Straight for the buzzer beater, hell nah, I won't miss
Straight swish on that head, no body
Better get back, I ain't playin' with nobody
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