Problems
[00:00.43] "Problems"
[00:03.87] Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Bill Collector
[00:23.28] I know ya just doing your job, don’t mean to disrespect ya
[00:27.00] But we’ve been going through this thang since way back
[00:28.86] I told ya when I get the dough I would pay back
[00:31.51] But I got problems babayy…yea, if you only knew
[00:36.56] I got bigger problems babbayyy
[00:41.63] So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I didn’t know man, it don’t mean nothing to me
[00:46.40] Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please stop fuckin with me?
[00:51.74] Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my momma keep smoking that shit
[00:57.32] On top of that, I’m broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to call me up talking that shit
[01:22.30] Hey, Dear Mr. Policeman
[01:27.08] Hey am I wrong, aint you suppose to keep the peace man?
[01:29.73] I coulda swore I was driving pretty peaceful
[01:32.67] So why the hell is you pullin over me fo’?
[01:35.61] Is it this black Mercedez? (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it)
[01:39.33] Or cause I’m black? Hmmm, maybe
[01:45.45] Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin and I hold my breath everytime that you get behind me
[01:50.49] I turn my music down, so you won’t hear a sound, man I’m nervous like I got a couple pounds on me
[01:56.62] You pulled me over, you frown on me
[01:59.01] With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
[02:01.66] Thug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every nigga in this whip got a mothafuckin college degree
[02:27.73] Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky
[02:30.91] My teacher said, “Impossible”, but I’mma fuckin try
[02:33.57] Plus how he gon’ tell me, he dont make the rules
[02:36.49] There’s niggas dying everyday, but we don’t make the news
[02:38.88] Instead they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
[02:41.81] Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods “be fuckin all these white hoes”
[02:45.26] Anchorman stop snitchin
[02:46.59] Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches, hey my goodness
[02:50.06] How ironic, on trial for possession of some chronic
[02:52.98] My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet
[02:55.90] Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit above me?
[02:58.82] Are you perfect mothafucker, how you finna judge me?
[03:01.21] When you home you dont cuss, drink and puff like us
[03:03.61] These cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff
[03:06.27] They hate they jobs and they days be fucked up like us
[03:09.45] At the end of the day, you niggas just like us
