Bout Mine

[Verse 1: Problem] Yeah, I’m on my shit Did it big for the town I rep Daddy came real big, takin’ no half-steps Seen my nigga Bird and those pull up in that Lex And I thought to myself: “fuck that, I’m next” I’ve gotta get out of here and just move No matter your thoughts on a nigga, just play it smooth The perks of getting it, getting it big win Supersedes the gang of things that you could lose Fuck it, you gotta do it Ridin’ with packets up in the Buick Real when I talk, you feel it all in the music She pop it in my face, she do it for my amusement Fall in drunk, wake up my girl to get to accusing I hate y’all niggas, Tommy Hilfiger This the life and the times of a real nigga Tours, no layover, baby, I ain’t lying Pussy, I’m canining Been through too much to be silent, fuck it [Hook] I’m about mine I’mma get mines off, for real Yeah, I’m about mine So let me get mines off, for real [Verse 2: Problem] I was taught to keep it real, nigga But in this game, real don’t get the win So fuck havin’ fits, nigga And stop worrying about drowning before you get to swim Life lesson: money’s a daily cycle, get your bike lesson Don’t know how good you are ’til you apply pressure Word to that other Rollie sittin’ in my dresser Where the ratchets That love to cum to my songs on their mattress? Where the D-Boys That got off on their ma’fuckin’ tinfoil Come on, yeah [Hook] [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] Nigga, I made it with my own two hands Took a step back for a sec to see what I created Nigga, you hatin’ ’cause my car cost more than your car And I’ve got more parked where my estate is Shake hands with rich niggas and they all call me fam’ ‘Cause when you rich, then you all related It’s like organized crime, I get more than sky high You wanna smoke? I can orchestrate it Just a couple years back, niggas said I wasn’t rap ‘Cause they thought that I was dressing funny Fast forward up to now, I’ve got money by the pound Uncle Ice, you can smell the money [Hook]