Problems

Hard times make a nigga go berserk I remember eatin' noodles just to keep my stuff from hurting

Nowadays I'm catching plays sellin' merch I would look you in your eyes and sell you kids cough syrup

I'm the hood prophecy, you can see why God chose me Ain't no lackin' with me, bitch I'm strapped, I got trojans

Hard times in these streets, memories keep me focused R.I.P. to granny, please tell me why God stole you

All day, the long way, I've been locked in stacking hunnids I've been so confused, who gon' help me with my problems

When bills overdue, I'm the problem solver First you get the money, nigga, then you get the power

Can you look a nigga in his eyes and rob that pussy blind

When I got jammed, they took away some time and I can't press rewind

Money problems got me servin' dimes, got me pressin' time

Trap God, I'm the MVP of servin' nicks and dimes I'm on the grind, I do this shit for Cartier and Tigga Ty