Problems lyrics

Artist  : Az 
Song : Problems



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AZ )

Yeah

Now dig

You got,
rich niggas right

They do what they wanna
do

Ha, and u got

Broke niggas, u
heard?

They do what they gotta
do

Now ask yourself, which one are
you

Ha., fall back


( Chorus
)

I had some problems

And no one
could seem to solve them

But you found the
answer

Told me to take this
chance


Verse 1 - ( AZ
)


Soakin in Remy

Sittin back
smokin a twenty

Shit is scabby

The
hustlin is so in me

Never so envy, got a
style on max

I'm like Po

Packin
eighty four

Now smile at
that

Unseen when I'm low

But still
right in your face

I'm so
skinny

But that semi-autos right in my
waist

From Jags to Jeeps

????? with
them raggedy seats

Just imagin how I'm
movin if we had any beats

Beats relax
me

Good cheeba keeps me nasty

Lower
the smoke when I see the G's creepin past
me

Duckin a notch

?? bustin Dutches
apart

Love pussy wit pretty
lips

When u fuck it it fart

?frina
fro?

Freak for the rims that
glow

Rock Timbs in the summer or ten
below

Blood in streets

The signs of
the drugs thats deep

I'm just another nigga
next up, tryin to eat


( AZ )

You
Know!

Not a soul baby!

It's all for
yall now


( Chorus )


Verse 2
- ( AZ )


But it seems y'all would
rather

See me hit

Then see my
rich

Get bagged over some
bullshit

Then see me snitch

Hopin
some days old bitch will leave me
sick

Like I'm a sucker for love wit some
easy dick

I did dirt through my
days

But hit my worth

Even then I
still made sure no kids got hurt

Sweepin
next

Been on since my feet got
wet

From the best turned
vet

Learned to speak direct

My
games jumpin

We all had out days of
barkin

You could tell niggas styles by
they ways of parkin

While dispute
it

Doe got us so polluted

Paranoid
to the point its like we, over do
it

Police pressure

Peep how the
beasts suppress ya

Rough up, hand-cuff and
treat u lesser

Toast on me

Smoke
spray your popouree

Y'all can bet ima rap
how its supposed to be


( AZ
)

You Know!

Not a soul
baby!

It's all for yall now

I got
it locked, feel me!


( Chorus
)


Verse 3 - ( AZ )


If in a
game

Get chills on a sniff on my
chain

It's only real, certain niggas
mention my name

Some relate

Others
stay numbin the face

Tryin to keep steps
ahead like we runnin a race

Nikes and
Timbs

Lady friends lime em
slim

Light make-up

That shit that
blend right wit the skin

So what the
issue?

All dick sucks is still
official

Cold-steel nickles

And
Phil im still wit u

Ice-bergen

On
the turn-pike mergin

Late night, right
brake lights black the ???

Tree
smokin

Hustle the rap ima keep
ropin

Too many niggas got feeble
motions

Distress got em

Who else
wanna express they problems?

Get
upset

But ?phil? best respect the
bottom

To a false

Feel a fake love
or hate

Write a wrong as long as the thugs
relate


( AZ )

You
Know!

Not a soul baby!

It's all for
yall now

What yall want from
me?


( Chorus ) x 2


Yeah,
yall haters better get a hustle man

Stop
fuckin wit me

I'm tryin to live me, nah
mean?

I been at the bottom

I was
risen

Then I fell back down

I'm
tryin to climb up man

Get off my back
baby

It's all a game man dont hate me hate
the game

AZ the Visualiza return, once
again

Love life, hate, wat the fuck....