Problems

Clubs ain't hitting the same

Your chain ain't hitting the same

The green on your neck and your ears is telling me you out here chasing a name

Bitches they faking and flogging while brothers are still out here idolizing the fake

I still got the scars on my back and my bones from the demons I couldn't erase

The liquor is numbing my face

I wonder bout who gon' be there at my grave

I sip out the bottle I'm drinking it straight cause just like my women I don't like to chase

Can't deal with nobody I'm mentally drained

Smoking a joint fore' the battles I face

Not the same sound I'm on my own wave

Fly like a choppa she too plane Jane