Problems

Frenzo
Harami
Dun know the ting
Shaker
My brudda
I’m a pimp so I’ve got different problems
Late night trapping, my bitch ran out of condoms
So I done a quick shop run
Went to the local and they ain’t got none
My worker told me that he sniffed out the pack
He got a chittar and sent straight back to the trap
I told him akh, you better get that money right back
You’re my bro, I don’t really wanna do you like that
'Cause I’ve been there, I’ve done that
Every time I came up I kept getting shoved back
But my bruddas swung back, continue how we started
Still flipping dumb packs, the bricks are retarded
Money generating 'cause of dedication
Every time I stack my dough I get a sensation
Every time I pay the plug it’s like a celebration
Ex’s house I was parking it in the ventilation
I know trappers and hustlers all across the nation
I can get you a bargain at any destination
Called my girl and I promised her imma spend days in
Line ringing, it’s hard to resist the temptation
I should have bought her a Roley but I was buying time
I would have bought her some diamonds but I was buying shine
Wait, like I’m waiting for it to reach the ceiling
One brick, I’m up six like I’m Deep Greening
More than 99 Problems in this peak season
I keep an iron in my hand I’m trying to decrease them
I don’t know if all these lyrics have got a deep meaning
I’m just smoking Cali weed, Tangerine Dreaming
I remember days I was sitting in them dumb cells
When it was Belmarsh, three man one cell
I was going mad over some dumb girl
I weren’t even pushing weight on the dumbbells
I came home, I was living in hotels
Bagging up, even when we had no scales
Blue balls fam, I never had no girls
Sniffing coke cuzzy, I was in my own world
I remember being broke, days I didn’t shower
When I never had a chick that I could bring a flower
Now there’s all this flippin' powder on my kitchen counter
If I whip it now I’ll have it ready in an hour
All these bitches are steady, ready to dig the
I’ve always been a public enemy, I fight the power
I ain’t never been hired and when I light the sour
Loud sacks, Paris packs, no Eiffel Tower