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problems - dee mula lyrics

[intro]
(honcho on that beat, word, say that)
oh, ah
oh, ah
oh, ah

[verse]
f*ck i look like talkin’ ’bout my problems? they ain’t gon’ listen
‘fore i die, i’ma be a suspect on the run, you the victim
my daddy told me, “wrap it up,” my mama told me, “don’t kiss ’em
you know these hoes be suckin’ d*ck and goin’ straight to they n*gga”
i’m slidin’ through my city strapped up, two guns lapped up
big sh*t gon’ make a n*gga scream like the pastor
they act like they forgot, that’s cool though
all i know, a n*gga play, he got a role, he gotta go
since i got money, n*ggas feelin’ like i owe ’em, if i owe you, n*gga, take it
every n*gga owed me, i pulled up, made him pay me
lil’ n*gga, big heart, long d*ck, extension cord
my n*gga died, we was slidin’, your n*gga died, you went, recorded
that’s some p*ssy*ass sh*t
shootin’ at houses, hittin’ bricks, you got a rookie*ass clique
i’ve been smilin’ ‘hind pain, ’cause lately, i’ve been takin’ l!cks
grandma died, heart black, i promise don’t feel sh*t
b*tches actin’ like they faithful, in the bible, they ain’t sh*t
i can’t vent to n0body
i got scars on me now, come take a look at my body
fell out with n*ggas over nothin’, don’t gotta do sh*t but call me
we like family, got some years on our bed, why are you stallin’?
life short, my clips long, why you take my backbone?
they won’t open up no doors, i guess i gotta kick ’em down
i done opened up some shows, they like, “he got a different sound” (oh, ah)
first chance you get, take, i get a chance, i’m skippin’ town (oh, ah)
i’ma leave a n*gga flat, i’ma lay him on his back (duh, duh, duh)
creep up all black with that mac, slatt, slatt
them n*ggas don’t know sh*t about me, constantly speakin’ on my name
i just come around laughin’ with ’em, think this sh*t a game
say he got money, we got money too, we got choppers, fool (yeah)
ask that one lil’ n*gga, i don’t even know how dude made it through
on top of that, my attitude bad, don’t make me mad
seek my nephew on your ass, have him layin’ in your grass
i can tell n*ggas ain’t k!lled nothin’ (you p*ssy*ass n*gga)
i just sit back with my feet up and just push b*ttons
i put a bounty out, them n*ggas just gon’ keep huntin’
’cause if they catch ’em, they know this could change they life
so they tryna end this by tonight
my n*gga dead, don’t got no reason to be dead right now
i think about him all the time, i see red right now
he know his time comin’, he been sittin’ back, waitin’ for it
n*gga just be hatin’, don’t wanna see him with no pape’, do it?
[outro]
’cause they scared they gon’ die
they feel like i’ma use that paper for the wrong reason
you know i’ve been a threat since fifteen
facin’ twenty years at sixteen
my life amazing
that sh*t ain’t break a n*gga nothin’, i came off concrete
and i’m still goin’ through sh*t right now, whole city know i’ve been bad
parkway village baby
oh, ah
oh, ah
(honcho on that beat, word, say that)

- dee mula lyrics

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