Problems

AZ
Yeah
Now dig
You got, rich niggas right
They do what they want to do
Ha, and you got
Broke niggas, you heard?
They do what they gotta do
Now ask yourself, which one are you
Ha, fall back

I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer
Told me to take this chance

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 imagine 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 you 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 that's deep
I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat

You Know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now

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 you lesser
Toast on me
Smoke spray your popouree
y'all can bet ima rap how its supposed to be

You Know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
I got it locked, feel me!

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 I'm still wit you
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 want to 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

You Know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
What y'all want from me?
Yeah, y'all 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 don't hate me hate the game
AZ the Visualiza return, once again
Love life, hate, what the fuck