Multiply

[Intro: Problem] Yo You know the posse's all together, see how it go (What?) Watch Yo Come on [Chorus: Problem] Shit be crazy when we slide Heaven is a ghetto, keep a angel by my side My tombstone gon' read, "Fuckin' Legend" when I die Buncha liquor, buncha weed, even the reverend gettin' high, yeah Yeah, yes And tell my babies not to cry (Yeah!) Just give 'em each a hundred racks, then look 'em in they eye Say, "If you anything like your pops, you gon' make it multiply" Get it [Verse 1: Mozzy] Yeah Pain, baby, stranded in the rain, baby Who are you to judge me? Say a prayer if you love me Hangin' with the rodents, gotta carry all they luggage Preliminary hearin' fuckin' up a nigga stomach Free the fellas, possesion of a yeeky by a validated felon Heavy metal, we just copped it out the ghetto Grab a shovel, dig up a quarter to pay your lawyers Gotta feed the killas and treat 'em like they important I show these little niggas that Neiman's better than Nordstrom's Slithered to Sac, spent, blew a stack on the fit Blazin' to Mozzy and doubled-back in the Benz Invested over fifty, we double that just to spend Ballin' above the rim, got my gym, been raw Runnin' up the duffle bag on 'em all year long [Chorus: Problem] Shit be crazy when we slide Heaven is a ghetto, keep a angel by my side My tombstone gon' read, "Fuckin' Legend" when I die Buncha liquor, buncha weed, even the reverend gettin' high, yeah Yeah, yes And tell my babies not to cry (Yeah!) Just give 'em each a hundred racks, then look 'em in they eye Say, "If you anything like your pops, you gon' make it multiply" Get it (What?) [Verse 2: Problem] Say you bout that street talk? (Boy) Oh yeah bitch, better be, 'cause them streets talk Better be or get that fleet sparked Your soul will turn into street chalk (Boom!) On my mama's, nigga T-shirts and floral gardens Bread loss, so the homegirls is throwin' car washes (Damn) GoFundMe, it's all on Instagram Comment-searchin', niggas typin' what they shouldn't be typin' Ene-migas over-hypin', leadin' them O.G. sirens Mama tryna mourn in private, family won't allow it Just sent her baby boy to the store for washin' powder The store is right up the block, he been for gone like a hour Put six shots right in his top, dead and gone for like a hour Lady down over a room about some stolen powder, yeah Wasn't a hundred it was him, the opps sure did him sour (Damn) Said it wasn't about the dope, was more about the power And bro was fuckin' on his bitch, so he owed the coward F- it, nines is to the dicks, givin' niggas golden showers 1 o'clock, broad day is his chosen hour Cold shit like frozen bowels [Chorus: Problem] Shit be crazy when we slide Heaven is a ghetto, keep a angel by my side My tombstone gon' read, "Fuckin' Legend" when I die Buncha liquor, buncha weed, even the reverend gettin' high, yeah Yeah, yes And tell my babies not to cry (Boy) Just give 'em each a hundred racks, then look 'em in they eye Say, "If you anything like your pops, you gon' make it multiply" Get it Whoa Diamond! [Interlude] Cypress [Verse 3: YBN Corda] Uh, uh All these fake ass niggas on this industry shit Bein' real is one way to gain enemies quick Changed up overnight, my epiphany hit Bought my bitch some new jewelry, had Tiffany's lit I need a separatation, stayin' down, I'm forever patient Put the game in a chokehold, no hesitation I know I'm on the right path for my destination I'll be here for a while, niggas never fadin' I gotta separate the real from the fake It be the niggas that you feed puttin' meals on they plate And the women that you need, someone steals them away Had a real rought start, but we still in the race And I'm winnin' this marathon, so nigga carry on Sippin' Dom Perignon, money strong, Barry Bonds Well, that's in the future at least 'Cause I'ma need my fuckin' pockets super obese My own brothers hatin' on me, that's confusin' to me Got the beast all hype like a shoe to release So go and bet against us, you just choosin’ defeat Punchline's goin' crazy, I'm abusin' the beat, nigga [Outro] Nigga, what up? Get at me