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[Intro: Problem] Motivated by the paper, faded like taper Drinks like these bitches, I rarely ever chase it Motivated by the paper, faded like taper Drinks like these bitches, I rarely ever chase it [Verse 1: Problem] Motivated by the paper, faded like taper Drinks like these bitches, I rarely ever chase it Every second is a dollar, so time I never waste it You fake then find a mirror, sometimes you gotta face it But you ain't the nigga that you think you is bro 100 on the wake up and I put that on my kids bro Miss my dog Miller, ain't afraid to let the tears show This shit would drive you crazy but I still gotta steer yo So I just be dippin, I ain't trippin off no hoe shit Cause life is do or die, I'm getting high listening to Po Pimp I'm twisting up the next J, I smoked with all my premros Took a killer shot, hit them liquor store then reload Feelin like a Cheeto, swig on infinity Really it's that nigga that these niggas all pretend to be Baby I'm a never gon give a fuck if bitches feelin me I'll Gang energy, balling like it's 10 to me motherfucker [Hook:Problem] I'm the nigga and I know it already Bitch I see you want my dick, go ahead and blow it already 300 thousand dollar whips, I done flowed already Done saying we them niggas, we done showed em already We dem showed em already, we dem showed em already We dem showed em already, we dem showed em already We dem showed em already, we dem showed em already Tired of saying we them niggas, we dem shown em already [Verse 2: Problem] The turn up ain't gon stop, you niggas better know it To have mo green than us yo ass gon have to grow it I stay with so much tree, you think I have to grow it Grab the mic then beat these niggas, yea I have to do it Do things hi way, dippin down a pair of ya No I ain't playin shit like a car with no stereo Ya'll grind is inferior to mine Stall the whole show, all I took was some time Now them crackers after us, look at how it changed It was supposed to be this way, that's why I don't look phased Bullshit convo I never entertain My side bitch dumb though she heavy with the brain Kinda hard to explain but I will try to, I'll game music is all I ride to Quite simply cause it's better and I'm just tired of being lied to By these motherfuckin dust mops, quick changing flip floppin ass motherfuckers That's Kid [Hook: Problem] [Verse 3: Bad Lucc] Motivated by the paper, kush turn into vapor In the hood like Is and Yaki knockin down rackses and bakers Slammin on the pedal, got these itches in my vision Fat boy talkin shit, expose the cell, this is my mission Stand out in the it crowd, they chearin like go Luccy Lookin my appearance, the way she steerin she gon fuck me The say I got a potty mouth to be sayin what all be fakin Laid down til I have a seat and that pussy I be breakin Slurpin like a fuckin kid, I take my fresh as altro No keys what I'm out for, got a boo impalo alto Mobbing on my base shit but I'm LA bred and born nigga 1-0-6 in town there, come through get fucked like porn nigga Smoke good, it's Cali nigga we smoke good Ridin fast to that avalanche then I made a left to the folk hood Chain swingin on hot speed, I'm heckin favored you know the deal Told bitch mic after T shirt spot me, 3 X and that's for real [Hook: Problem]