The Problem Lyrics

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To Miami with my brothers we been spinning in a scat pack

They letting shots reload dat drac, I guess we spinnin back

Was steady trappin in the war, tryna get a stack

A 27 in my pocket with a drum attached

They see location on my Insta

Think I'm lakin now they want atack

They tryna hit me down low, but I had a strap

I'm still hangin' in the back where my shooters at

My lil' nigga tryna kill, he got a Ruger now

It was me and my brothers started trappin' cause we started from the bottom

Them goofy niggas started claimin' they gon' kill us, but we got em

I seen they family go insane when we shot em

On the gram, he claim he bangin but in person he a goofy

Lil' nigga did it for me, fast song on his blick cause he got em with a Uzi

Put em bullets in his head, let the blood get to oozin

My nigga put him on a bed, now he snoozin

Remember losin all my brothers, I was losin

I tried to get it by myself, but I was foolin

I was foolin

To Miami with my brothers we been spinning in a scat pack

They letting shots reload dat drac, I guess we spinnin back

Was steady trappin in the war, tryna get a stack

A 27 in my pocket with a drum attached

a nigga fell in love wit guns, cause my nigga had a K

Them niggas claim we opps so we pulled up and we sprayed

They tried to claim they bang, so we pulled up yellow tape

My 27 blowin' niggas, and I think it might be gay

We started from the bottom

My dead niggas had goals, but they never really got em

You steady hidin it aint shit to come and find you

Pull up in a skat, two hands out the window like a drive-thru

Lil' niggas steady clutching on a hammer tryna nail another loose screw

I had to tell him he can call me anytime he need a new tool

I'm still connected to the street like I'm walking round wit Bluetooth

I know I'm still at the bottom

But I'm still tryna make it with my bloodas

Still bangin' bodies droppin' everyday like it's autumn

And they ah still smack a nigga with a chopper

Go away i aint fuckin' with da drama

Shout out my nigga Chopper

Pop out with a stick, hit another nigga head like a drummer

And son died during War but we still gotta get it back

Been broke for so long, I'm tryna lose a full body cast

I pour a drink, I see them demons in my dreams

It make me think about a bloody past

I'm steady focused on my music, you don't see me ever stressin out

Still at the bottom