[Chorus]
I got lots of f**ing problems
I got n***as that talk about bringing drama
It's some b**hes that's claiming I got a daughter
I'm just hoping she don't grow up like her mama
I got lots of f**ing problems
I got b**hes thats claiming I got a daughter
I got n***as that's talking about being drama
Best believe that my n***as got them choppas
[Verse 1]
Don't f** with this young god
n***a you only had one job
Two times and you ain't hit one shot
I ain't ever been scared when a gun popped
Even back when I toted that lunch box
A was still totin that coke rock
This back then I ain't want locs
Spent tuition money on a gold watch
Old n***as is faking now
Old family you know that they hatin now
Old b**hes claim they got my baby now
Dick really ain't racist now
Aye, figured that I'm gonna make it out
Sinful Saint the hated child
Why these n***as wanna take me out?
I got that music make God and Saten smile
Lost all my friends
Lost all my heart to the end
Lost all the faith that I had in my kin
Free all my n***as that's locked in the pen
I been to hell and got washed for my sins
Don't need no ties I go for win
Never a lie so don't throw a fit
Aye but I a never ever love a b**h
I got problems and products that bring drama
I'm hotter I got the power to chop ya and pay ya doctor
Like n***a I'm from no casa was Rasta ain't smoke no gonja
But loonies I was that copper
LSD for speaking proper
I'm ya DaDa
[Chorus]
I got lots of f**ing problems
I got n***as that talk about bringing drama
It's some b**hes that's claiming I got a daughter
I'm just hoping she don't grow up like her mama
I got lots of f**ing Problems
I got b**hes thats claiming I got a daughter
I got n***as that's talking about being drama
Best believe that my n***as got them choppas