Problems
T.I. Feat. B.o.B Mac Boney Problem Trae Tha Truth & Young Dro Lyrics
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Yeah
Now dig
You got, rich niggas right
They do what they want to do
Ha, and you got
Broke niggas, you heard?
They do what they gotta do
Ha, fall back
I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer
Told me to take this chance
Soakin' in Remy
Sittin' back smokin' a twenty
Shit is scabby
The hustlin' is so in me
Never so envy, got a style on max
I'm like Po
Packin' eighty four
Now smile at that
Unseen when I'm low
But still right in your face
I'm so skinny
But that semi-autos right in my waist
From Jags to Jeeps
With them raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm movin' if we had any beats
Beats relax me
Good cheeba keeps me nasty
Lower the smoke when I see the G's creepin' past me
Duckin' a notch
Bustin Dutches apart
Love pussy wit pretty lips
When you fuck it it fart
Frina fro
Freak for the rims that glow
Rock Timbs in the summer or ten below
Blood in streets
The signs of the drugs that's deep
I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat
You Know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
But it seems y'all would rather
See me hit
Then see my rich
Get bagged over some bullshit
Then see me snitch
Hopin' some days old bitch will leave me sick
Like I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick
I did dirt through my days
But hit my worth
Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt
Sweepin' next
Been on since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet
Learned to speak direct
My games jumpin'
We all had out days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways of parkin'
While dispute it
Doe got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point its like we, over do it
Police pressure
Peep how the beasts suppress ya
Rough up, hand-cuff and treat you lesser
Toast on me
Smoke spray your popouree
y'all can bet ima rap how its supposed to be
You Know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
I got it locked, feel me!
If in a game
Get chills on a sniff on my chain
It's only real, certain niggas mention my name
Some relate
Others stay numbin' the face
Tryin; to keep steps ahead like we runnin' a race
Nikes and Timbs
Lady friends lime em slim
Light make-up
That shit that blend right wit the skin
So what the issue?
All dick sucks is still official
Cold-steel nickles
And Phil I'm still wit you
Ice-bergen
On the turn-pike mergin'
Late night, right brake lights black the ???
Tree smokin'
Hustle the rap ima keep ropin'
Too many niggas got feeble motions
Distress got em
Who else want to express they problems?
Get upset
But phil best respect the bottom
To a false
Feel a fake love or hate
Write a wrong as long as the thugs relate
You Know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
What y'all want from me?
Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man
Stop fuckin' wit me
I'm tryin' to live me, nah mean?
I been at the bottom
I was risen
Then I fell back down
I'm tryin' to climb up man
Get off my back baby
It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game
AZ the Visualiza return, once again
Love life, hate, what the fuck
The song "Problems" by T.I. Feat. B.o.B Mac Boney Problem Trae Tha Truth & Young Dro is a reflection on the different ways rich and poor people approach life. The song opens with a commentary on the disparities between the rich and the broke, with the suggestion that it's important to identify which one you are. The verses explore different aspects of life as a hustler, from smoking weed and drinking Remy to dodging the police and trying to stay one step ahead of rivals. The chorus emphasizes that everything the artists are doing is for their audience, with repeated assurances that "it's all for y'all now."
The lyrics are full of gritty details and vivid imagery, painting a picture of life in the streets. There's a sense of tension and danger underlying everything, from the mention of a gun in the singer's waistband to the fear of getting caught up in drama over "some bullshit." Despite the difficulties they face, however, the artists maintain a sense of pride and determination, refusing to let the system bring them down.
Line by Line Meaning
I had some problems
I faced some difficulties
And no one could seem to solve them
I couldn't find a solution to my problems
But you found the answer
You provided me with the solution
Told me to take this chance
Advised me to take a risk
Soakin' in Remy
Drinking Remy Martin cognac
Sittin' back smokin' a twenty
Relaxing while smoking a joint
Shit is scabby
The situation is tough
The hustlin' is so in me
I am a born hustler
Never so envy, got a style on max
I am not envious and my style is unmatched
I'm like Po
I am like Edgar Allan Poe
Packin' eighty four
Carrying a .38 caliber pistol
Now smile at that
Be proud of that
Unseen when I'm low
Invisible when I am poor
But still right in your face
Visible when I am doing well
I'm so skinny
I am physically slim
But that semi-autos right in my waist
I carry a semi-automatic pistol in my waistband
From Jags to Jeeps
From luxury cars to simple ones
With them raggedy seats
With seats in poor condition
Just imagine how I'm movin' if we had any beats
Picture how I would be moving if there was music playing
Beats relax me
Music calms me down
Good cheeba keeps me nasty
High quality weed makes me feel good
Lower the smoke when I see the G's creepin' past me
Stop smoking weed when the cops are nearby
Duckin' a notch
Avoiding a threat
Bustin Dutches apart
Rolling and smoking weed
Love pussy wit pretty lips
Attracted to women with attractive facial features
When you fuck it it fart
When you have sex with it, it releases gas
Frina fro Freak for the rims that glow
Excited about the flashy rims on the wheels
Rock Timbs in the summer or ten below
Wearing Timberland boots in hot or cold weather
Blood in streets
There is violence in the streets
The signs of the drugs that's deep
The consequences of drug use are severe
I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat
I am just another person who is trying to succeed
But it seems y'all would rather
But it appears you prefer
See me hit
See me fail or get arrested
Then see my rich
Then see my wealthy friends
Get bagged over some bullshit
Get arrested for something trivial
Then see me snitch
Then see me reveal information to the authorities
Hopin' some days old bitch will leave me sick
Wishing that an ex-girlfriend will cause me problems
Like I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick
As if I am foolish for falling in love with an easy woman
I did dirt through my days
I have committed crimes in my past
But hit my worth
But I made sure to succeed
Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt
Despite my crimes, I avoided harming children
Sweepin' next
Working hard at the next opportunity
Been on since my feet got wet
Been hustling since I was young
From the best turned vet
From the top to the experienced veteran
Learned to speak direct
Learned to communicate clearly
My games jumpin'
My business is doing well
We all had out days of barkin'
We have all had to make ourselves heard
You could tell niggas styles by they ways of parkin'
You can judge someone's character by the way they park their car
While dispute it Doe got us so polluted
Despite the debate, money has corrupted us
Paranoid to the point its like we, over do it
Paranoia has caused us to be overly cautious
Police pressure
Intimidation from the police
Peep how the beasts suppress ya
Notice how the police oppress you
Rough up, hand-cuff and treat you lesser
Physically harm and mistreat you
Toast on me
I will pay for drinks
Smoke spray your popouree
Smoking weed around your potpourri
y'all can bet ima rap how its supposed to be
You can count on me to rap the way it should be done
If in a game
In this situation
Get chills on a sniff on my chain
Get excited by the sight of my jewelry
It's only real, certain niggas mention my name
Only real people recognize and talk about me
Some relate
Some understand
Others stay numbin' the face
Others ignore the truth
Tryin; to keep steps ahead like we runnin' a race
Trying to stay ahead of the competition
Nikes and Timbs
Nike sneakers and Timberland boots
Lady friends lime em slim
I prefer my female friends to be slim
Light make-up
Minimal makeup
That shit that blend right wit the skin
Makeup that matches skin tone
So what the issue?
What is the problem?
All dick sucks is still official
Oral sex is still popular
Cold-steel nickles
Cold, steel bullets
And Phil I'm still wit you
And Phil, I still support you
Ice-bergen
Diamonds
On the turn-pike mergin'
Driving on the highway
Late night, right brake lights black the ???
Driving at night with no visible license plate
Tree smokin'
Smoking weed
Hustle the rap ima keep ropin'
I will continue to work hard and hustle in this industry
Too many niggas got feeble motions
Too many people are weak and have no drive
Distress got em
Stress is affecting them
Who else want to express they problems?
Who else wants to talk about their issues?
Get upset
Become angry
But phil best respect the bottom
But Phil should remember where he came from
To a false
To a fake
Feel a fake love or hate
Experience insincere love or hate
Write a wrong as long as the thugs relate
Address a mistake as long as it resonates with the hustlers
What y'all want from me?
What do you want from me?
Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man
You haters should get a job
Stop fuckin' wit me
Stop bothering me
I'm tryin' to live me, nah mean?
I am trying to enjoy life, you know?
I been at the bottom
I have experienced hardship
I was risen
I have risen above my past
Then I fell back down
And then I had setbacks
I'm tryin' to climb up man
I am trying to improve my situation
Get off my back baby
Stop criticizing me
It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game
It's all part of the industry, don't blame me for it
AZ the Visualiza return, once again
AZ, the rapper with a creative vision, has returned
Love life, hate, what the fuck
I have mixed feelings about life and the world
Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Written by: ELDRA DEBARGE, ELDRA P DE BARGE, ROD NAVARRO
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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I'm sitting around in my underwear and I enjoy it
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Blake Wells
sounds old west coast style i like it
Life with Ross
U need to be on this Track ill go like this my name is Wallace with the ak 47 chopper with the extra magazin that leave u on the street straching like a lemo Zine got so much in my head man
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