Wid It Trae tha Truth (Ft. Freddie Gibbs & JasonMartin)

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[Chorus: Problem]
Everyday of my life tryna get it
Ingle' to Roma to Wright
But everybody still wid it
But everybody still wid it

[Verse 1: Problem]
Half a pill for the turn up
Marijuana aroma, block is hot as tacoma
Coppers hitting the corner
Baby mama's is texting
Met me a new bitch now baby mama's is stressing
School it couldn't get the lesson
Thank the Lord for your blessings
Even if you do it bad everyday by is for lessons
Lights, I'm on constant
Flights, cause I'm smoking
Good, yeah I'm living life to the fullest
Yeah I'm the nigga cause I motherfuckin chose to be
Now it's finally the way that it's supposed to be
Tread [?] with the bread spend it low for me
And bitch you can't unless you buy a gold roll for me

[Chorus: Problem]
Everyday of my life tryna get it
Ingle' to Roma to Wright
But everybody still wid it
But everybody still wid it