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[Chorus]
A nigga got problems
Sittin here, plottin how to count a million dollars
I need houses and garages
Got baby mama drama, get my momma out them projects
Ain’t got too many options
So I’ma take one, double back and make a profit
I need houses and garages
Got baby mama drama, get my momma out them projects

[Stalley]
I gotta get my momma out the projects
or it’s llamas in the projects, a nigga out here starving
This rap better work, I’m plantin niggaz in that garden
I came from that fridge with empty crates and milk cartons, boy
Belly achin, walkin with a 9
Should I shoot him down or just rob a nigga blind
Only head shots, never catch him in his spine
That’s what my block taught me, it’s chords Stalley - Problems lyrics lyrics a kill every time
That’s just the mind of a kid trying to free his mom
Out that two bedroom with five kids
Malnourished, ribs touching man this poverty a bitch
So we slangin dope, duckin pigs, posted with them STIIICKS~!
Welcome to Ohio, where we hustle to live, so it’s factory work
Or we bustin down and breakin if that ain’t gon’ work
Then we run in your crib, Sig smokin like Wiz
One move – BONG-BONG – put two in your wig
Grandma pray for our sins, hopin God forgives
But today is payday, and all this broke ish gon’ end
I swear all this broke ish gon’ end!

[Chorus]

[Stalley]
My baby on her last Pamper
And her mama on my last nerve
And I just lost my sneaker gig
So you know it’s back to the curb
My cousin got a bird, said he’d front me a quarter key
Told him, “Gimme a week, I’ll be where I need to be”
Now I’m penitentiary chancing on the block with my Gs’
Tryin to clock Gs’ to feed my family
And I don’t wanna do it but I’m in a tight squeeze
Left hand full of stones, right hand got a tight squeeze
on this hammer lirik terjemahan arti indonesia Stalley - Problems lyrics download mp3 ‘case a nigga try me
Cops casing the block, trying to lock me, cord kord chord Stalley - Problems lyrics kunci gitar its horror here – nightmares
Cause I don’t want my kids to grow up here
But it feels like a trap, all I do is trap here
Everyday we hopping fences, dipping on twelve
It’s like we running track here, but I gotta get this pack clear
Survival is the key
Big-ass crib with garages is the dream
Ba-balancing flows, to balancing triple beams
..Cause I ain’t never been a problem
But something’s gotta give cause a nigga got problems

[Chorus]

[Outro]
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