BigBoyTraks - Lots Of Problems lyrics

[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