Got a Problem - Propain, Slim Thug, Kirko Bangz

Yo, when I started out, you never gave me shit

But I was trying to survive on the grind for days till it made me sick

Niggas hating on me, talking down they used to make me quit

Nowadays when they call a nigga phone

Try to get me on they song, gotta pay me bitch

I ride round on a mission daily

Tryna get the paper gotta feed my grinds

Bun B told me young its tough, but when you coming up they wanna see you down

Down here they don’t give a fuck about you

No love partner, its a dirty game

Just cause Rico killed Calvin

That don’t mean a nigga won’t merk ya mayne

Seen foul shit when niggas hurt for change

Watch ya back with these lying hoes

If you got a ho when you a shining bro

Then she gonna ride with a nigga who be shining more

She’ll only love you when you buy her a stone

Yeah, they wanna fuck you when you diamonds glow

It’s the same shine that’ll blind ya soul

When you stop all that other shit they around it goes

And I lost a partner

He alive well not to Pro

I go ape shit, one monkey never gonna stop the show

Twin told me gotta watch your foes!

Nigga take from me I went and got some more

With just to let em' picture me rolling

I make the album cover with a drop and fold

Got the club popping while we popping rolls

Got your girl bopping trying to drop her clothes

All my niggas paid and my mama straight

Think I give a fuck bout that gossip ho?

Cause these haters hate &they no stopping

Fuck’em all I made mo profit

Didn’t understand when I was broke big-e

But money really bring mo problems

I got a problem

Too much money, too many cars, got too many bitches

Too many cribs that I ain’t even got enough time to live in

I got a problem, got too much heart, got too much soul

Got too much love, I show to much and mayne I never get enough of

I got a problem, I see these niggas hating on me

They at the bottom and they waiting on me

I pray to God I can make a way, give my sister a crib

Put my brother on the lake, &all of my enemies fade away

I got a problem

I know so many wanna see me fall

I make the motherfuckers suffer when they see me ball

See me in that big bent like fuck’em all

You ain’t gotta fuck with me cause I don’t fuck with y’all

Crab ass niggas, snake ass niggas

Say they real but they just a bunch of fake niggas

My mistake niggas, thought you was one hunned

I take that loss bitch I’m a boss

But I learn from it

They tired of seeing me stunting, want me to fall off

They like me better broke &fucked up on that nawf

But bitch I’m still climbing

Ain’t sold none of my diamonds

Still dropping all these cars I rap about, &all these bars

Still pull Ménage à trois, with the baddest broads

Like I dreamed it, it’s hogg life for life and I mean it

I see these niggas hating, wait for me to fall

It’s 15 years later, hater’s I’m still standing tall!

I got a problem

Too much money, too many cars, got too many bitches

Too many cribs that I ain’t even got enough time to live in

I got a problem, got too much heart, got too much soul

Got too much love, I show to much and mayne I never get enough of

I got a problem, I see these niggas hating on me

They at the bottom and they waiting on me

I pray to God I can make a way, give my sister a crib

Put my brother on the lake, &all of my enemies fade away

I got a problem