[Verse 1: Problem]
Yeah, I’m on my shit
Did it big for the town I rep
Daddy came real big, takin’ no half-steps
Seen my nigga Bird and those pull up in that Lex
And I thought to myself: “fuck that, I’m next”
I’ve gotta get out of here and just move
No matter your thoughts on a nigga, just play it smooth
The perks of getting it, getting it big win
Supersedes the gang of things that you could lose
Fuck it, you gotta do it
Ridin’ with packets up in the Buick
Real when I talk, you feel it all in the music
She pop it in my face, she do it for my amusement
Fall in drunk, wake up my girl to get to accusing
I hate y’all niggas, Tommy Hilfiger
This the life and the times of a real nigga
Tours, no layover, baby, I ain’t lying
Pussy, I’m canining
Been through too much to be silent, fuck it

[Chorus: Problem]
I’m about mine
I’mma get mines off, for real
Yeah, I’m about mine
So let me get mines off, for real
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