Problems

( AZ ) 

Yeah 

Now dig 

You got, rich niggas right 

They do what they wanna do 

Ha, and u got 

Broke niggas, u heard? 

They do what they gotta do 

Now ask yourself, which one are you 

Ha., fall back 


( Chorus ) 

I had some problems 

And no one could seem to solve them 

But you found the answer 

Told me to take this chance 


Verse 1 - ( AZ ) 


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 imagin 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 u 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 thats deep 

I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat 


( AZ ) 

You Know! 

Not a soul baby! 

It's all for yall now 


( Chorus ) 


Verse 2 - ( AZ ) 


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 u lesser 

Toast on me 

Smoke spray your popouree 

Y'all can bet ima rap how its supposed to be 


( AZ ) 

You Know! 

Not a soul baby! 

It's all for yall now 

I got it locked, feel me! 


( Chorus ) 


Verse 3 - ( AZ ) 


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 im still wit u 

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 wanna 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 


( AZ ) 

You Know! 

Not a soul baby! 

It's all for yall now 

What yall want from me? 


( Chorus ) x 2 


Yeah, yall 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 dont hate me hate the game 

AZ the Visualiza return, once again 

Love life, hate, wat the fuck....