Letra de 'Problems' de AZ

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....