OG Jay - Problem

Why it's always a problem when I'm tryna smoke
This shit hit different like a roach
And you on her arm like a broach
No worries i'm not gone approach
You nigga ain't nun but a joke
Laughing so hard I jus might coke

Monster truck how um on top of it I need a lot of it
Y'all nigga got a lot of lip still with no pot to piss
She said she wanna ride the dick
So im let her get on top of it

Since you say you started this
Im go ahead & hit the end
Thought you was a different man
But you just in different skin

How supposed to need the fam
You the nigga that left fam
Thought they was yo plan
Nahh they ain't no fam

All that flex for the gram
I jus flex for ya ma'am
Different nigga ask ya ma'am
Bitch badder than Pam
Hit her then a nigga scram

Why all y'all nigga always crying broke
Step off the porch
Step on any nigga that try & approach
St. Laurent on her toe
You think she aint gone choke when I poke
When I look at her she put a smile on my face
Don't come around talking I can't get no taste
Fuck them niggas ain't worthy for the race
They just gone get in that shit and get out of place
Might just stick to putting that shit on face

She say
He gotta Glock he gotta Glock he gotta Glocky Glock
I say im bout to pop im bout to pop im bout to pop
We keep mops we keep the mops we keep the mops
So when he drop so when drop we clean up the shop

Why I always gotta do shit by myself
I might as well stick to putting these trophies on a shelf
You better set aside that milf
Listening to all them lies gone get a nigga kilt
You think that lil bit ain't gone tilt when you melt
Silly ass im buss her ass nun else

If you gone run young nigga just know you can't hide
Just stand ten toes you ain't gotta pull just ride
Chances popping up like hives
You always stayed down & still can't slide
Noise in ya mind should slide or should you ride

I may be wrong but this shit is right
Za kinda night gotta kick back right
Jaguars is on in the vill tonight
What's wrong you grown you gone be alright
Keep goin don't turn you gone see the light
See it through you could be one of the few
A meeting with the blues you trying to see that right
Champagne alright she be trying sip all night
Toast to this life since everything's alright

Good gas don't pass you got to roll on ya own alright
Patients was in the past we jump in the game fast
Think we ain't gone last set your fucking hour glass
Set time we gone pass you gone need another hour man
Im calling your bluff y'all ain't alright

Written by:
Jayvont'e Martin

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