Marcus Manchild - Problems lyrics

[Intro: Marcus Manchild] You know what I'm saying? n***as don't understand why What you mean, n***a, why the f** I pop pills? Because I want to get away from this motherf**ing world Why I smoke is cause I want to space out Why the f** I drink? n***a, I drink cause I don't want to feel sh**, n***a n***a, do you know what I go through on a everyday basis, n***a? You see the bright lights, you see the fame, you see me at night shining In the daytime, I'm still a regular n***a Still walk in the same shoes as y'all, you know what I'm saying? What you know about dropping out of school and not having no future? n***a, my future is this rap sh** So I gotta do it [Verse 1: Marcus Manchild] I got a ten month old I gotta look out for And gotta be here to take care of It ain't fair cause it ain't her father She on earth but she don't really know That her daddy don't make that much What you think that does to a n***a confidence Especially when knowing that I gotta be that rock Just to provide in the night, then I'm committing suicide Motherf**er, finna grab that gun Blow my brains out, boom! And I hope I don't wake up Hope a n***a meet the maker Just got a call from my girl saying that she want to break up I hope it's no child support papers No, I won't pay cause Pushing it to the limit and trying to be the father that a n***a never had I promised myself whenever that I grow up and I have my own kid That I would be a better dad I'm stranded So I turn to bars cause I got some problems and they feel like problem solvers Though I shouldn't do that, I'm f**ing up my body at the same time But please don't worry Talk about the bright lights and the night life But today I'm finna give y'all true stories For real [Hook: Marcus Manchild] Problems after problems Wonder why I'm on it Popping pills, sipping liquor, every day smoking My baby momma tripping, she say we need some bread Lord, tell me why my uncle died, I need to clear my head [Verse 2: Marcus Manchild] Uncle Ryan gone, I'm thinking that I'm finna overdose It's truth be told, my n***a, this is real life It's like somebody straight k**ed my spirit Even though it's part of living, man, it still don't feel right It's like the day I got the call from Austin I called up Boston, told him that I was lost, he said "I know it's real bro, but, man, keep your head up" But it's till I bring my n***a back from the dead Feeling like I'm tripping but I'm not My family envying when I call 'em, they act distant Even though it's partially cause they thinking I'm Hollywood When they had the funeral and I missed it Not cause I wanted to I couldn't see my uncle laying up there, suited up in a casket Too drastic, made up in plastic That's something that a n***a can't have, sh** [Pre-Hook: Marcus Manchild] I got some problems And that Ciroc is smelling like the problem solver Even though I shouldn't drink every day I'm f**ing up my body but I can't feel the pain It can't be sane Cause when that happen, it don't feel the same because [Hook] [Verse 3: Bun B] They say life is hard and life is fair And life is real cause it's long and rough You gotta be built for it or you get broke down So don't even f** around if you ain't strong enough Catch you looking for light at the end of the tunnel Can't see behind you, can't see in front of you No bars on your phone and no pictures on your monitor Now that's what that bullsh** done done to you Back against the wall, pressure bout to close in Being real when these other n***as posing I'm about to be disposing these hoes When I put 'em on blast and I start exposing Know that I'm chosen, one of the few Staying on top -- at least, one up on you And what you gon' do when that real sh** run up on you And you got no crew? For you gon' have problems [Pre-Hook] [Hook]