Problems Lyrics - Ohio - Stalley

A nigga got problems 

Sittin' here, plottin' how to count a million dollars 

I need houses and garages 

Got baby mama drama, get my mama out them projects 

Ain't got too many options 

So I'ma take one, double back and make a profit 

I need houses and garages 

Got baby mama drama, get my mama out them projects 

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I gotta get my mama out the projects 

So it's llamas in the projects 

A nigga out here starving 

This rap better work, I'm playing niggas in that garden 

I came from that fridge with empty crates and milk cartons boy 

Belly achin', walking with a 9 

Should I shoot him down or just rob a nigga blind 

Only head shots, never catch him in his spine 

That's what my block taught me, it's a kill every time 

That's just the mind of a kid trying to free his mom 

Out that two bedroom with five kids 

Malnourished, ribs touching, man this poverty a bitch 

So we slanging dope, ducking pigs, posted with them sticks 

Welcome to Ohio, where we hustle to live 

So it's factory work 

Or we busting down and breaking if that ain't gon' work 

Then we run in your crib, cig smoking like Wiz 

One move, bump bump, put two in your wig 

Grandma pray for our sins, hoping God forgives 

But today is pay day, and all this broke ish gon' end 

I swear all this broke ish gon' end 

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My baby on her last Pamper 

And her mama on my last nerve 

And I just lost my sneaker gig 

So you know it's back to the curb 

My cousin got a bird, said he front me quarter key 

Told him, "gimme a week, I'll be where I need to be" 

Now I'm penitentiary chancing on the block with my G's 

Trying to clock G's to feed my family 

And I don't wanna do it but I'm in a tight squeeze 

Left hand full of stones, right hand got a tight squeeze 

On this hammer case a nigga try me 

Cops casing the block trying to lock me 

It's hard here, nightmares 

'Cause I don't want my kids to grow up here 

But it feels like a trap, all I do is trap here 

Everyday we hopping fences, dipping on twelve 

It's like we running track here 

But I gotta get this pack clear 

Survival is the key 

Big ass crib with garages is the dream 

Ba-balancing flows, to balancing triple beams 

'Cause I ain't never been a problem 

But something's gotta give 

'Cause a nigga got problems 

Blue collar, blue, blue collar