Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell me what's the problem, what's the problem Never tear em down, that's how I was brought up You ain't tryna vibe then don't even bother You gon see a side you ain't really wanna Tell me what's the problem, what's the problem People either dyin or they gettin caught up City runnin dry and I'm drippin water Lookin up to God like I know He got us I know I know that this ain't life Pray to God He help me see right I swear the devil out to get me Man why these women wanna tempt me Feel like I'm runnin on empty And my enemies steady actin friendly I got real demons messin wit my family Give a dang what you spendin on Givenchy I been tryna get up on my feet, aye Them boys come rollin down the street, aye They pull me over in the ride It's like I keep on struggling, aye And we got Problems wit anybody that say they want it Got the clip in the bang without the safety on it Dollar bills with the big white faces on em We been chasin somethin, yeah Tell me what's the problem, what's the problem Never tear em down, that's how I was brought up You ain't tryna vibe then don't even bother You gon see a side you ain't really wanna Tell me what's the problem, what's the problem People either dyin or they gettin caught up City runnin dry and I'm drippin water Lookin up to God like I know He got us It's so many problems, yeah Bout a million things I could feel the pain on a thousand Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yuh Another day on the block Keep yo head on a swivel, plenty ops Bodies drop if they get to bussin shots Make it stop, naw I see these young kings dyin Hear these police sirens It feel like hope expirin, but no I won't be silent I swear I gotta keep on pressin on, yeah I know that we were meant for more, yeah Problems wit anybody that say they want it Got the clip in the bang without the safety on it Dollar bills with the big white faces on em We been chasin somethin, yeah Tell me what's the problem, what's the problem Never tear em down, that's how I was brought up You ain't tryna vibe then don't even bother You gon see a side you ain't really wanna Tell me what's the problem, what's the problem People either dyin or they gettin caught up City runnin dry and I'm drippin water Lookin up to God like I know He got us It's so many problems, yeah Bout a million things I could feel the pain on a thousand, yeah Yeah, whoa Yeah, yeah
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