"Problems On My Head" lyrics
(feat. Smaky)
Yeah
Yeah
[Smaky:]
I got problems on my head, so I just checked a couple friends
Popped a couple addys, what's the problem with being?
Ain't talkin' no division, I'ma end up on top of them
If money problem, solve it, watch all my problems disappear (Gone)
Had to pick myself up, had no time to rest up
I was watchin' TV, change the channel, now I'm next up
Ridin' with these tech, they might book me, me and my leg shook
Got my pistol shirt tucked, every time I dress up
By Desiigner on my Carnegie, sure I still got class
Even though I dropped out of college, paper in my bag
All this paper loosely, blue shirt, collared blue cheek
Flavor's like a smoothie, Pink 50's like a pussy
Slide like I'm Toosie, slide in the 2 seat
Tuck my pistol, it's just you and me, hit a mission, we just too deep
Been kickin' shit like Bruce Lee, dependin' on how my moves swing
Dependin' on how I feel, you catch this pistol or all these two-piece
Had that seal on the bottom
Sip, sip, sip all my pain away
I don't know about tomorrow
I pray to God that I just live through the day (Day)
I got problems on my head, so I just checked a couple friends
Popped a couple addys, what's the problem with being?
Ain't talkin' no division, I'ma end up on top of them
If money problem, solve it, watch all my problems disappear
[FattMack:]
I got problems on my head, I pop a Roxy, feel good
I said I wouldn't do it again, but turn around and still do it
For this cheese, I wish me well, you won't take me, I wish you would
Keep on sayin' what he gon' do when he see me, I wish he'd do it
They told me money'll change my problems, but they lied, Smaky died
It made me cry, my grandma told me, she hope she live to see me shine
I thought you had loved me, I was wrong, you had me blinded
The day I trust them niggas, probably be the day they slime me
Nowadays, we livin' large as hell, we was just robbin'
I'ma think, If you ain't talkin' bands, you talkin' nonsense
I pour a four in my Sunkist
I pop a bean and beat that lil' hoe down, she sound like new edition
I always be quiet, but I might talk to you if you would listen
Tell me, do you love me now?, or, do you love my cause my new a Richard
Why I'm ridin' around with all this heat? when I'm a cool nigga
That's my brother, that's my round, and he can't read, but he a shooter nigga
Last year Smaky died, I pop my RP's so I don't lose a nigga
Come around, and play that role, and ask for songs to leak my music nigga
I almost walked up out the door without my pole, and thought 'bout shootin' nigga
Thought this world we live in cold
I do these drugs, might need a newer lover
[Smaky:]
I got problems on my head, so I just checked a couple friends
Popped a couple addys, what's the problem with being?
Ain't talkin' no division, I'ma end up on top of them
If money problem, solve it, watch all my problems disappear (Gone)
Yeah
[Smaky:]
I got problems on my head, so I just checked a couple friends
Popped a couple addys, what's the problem with being?
Ain't talkin' no division, I'ma end up on top of them
If money problem, solve it, watch all my problems disappear (Gone)
Had to pick myself up, had no time to rest up
I was watchin' TV, change the channel, now I'm next up
Ridin' with these tech, they might book me, me and my leg shook
Got my pistol shirt tucked, every time I dress up
By Desiigner on my Carnegie, sure I still got class
Even though I dropped out of college, paper in my bag
All this paper loosely, blue shirt, collared blue cheek
Flavor's like a smoothie, Pink 50's like a pussy
Slide like I'm Toosie, slide in the 2 seat
Tuck my pistol, it's just you and me, hit a mission, we just too deep
Been kickin' shit like Bruce Lee, dependin' on how my moves swing
Dependin' on how I feel, you catch this pistol or all these two-piece
Had that seal on the bottom
Sip, sip, sip all my pain away
I don't know about tomorrow
I pray to God that I just live through the day (Day)
I got problems on my head, so I just checked a couple friends
Popped a couple addys, what's the problem with being?
Ain't talkin' no division, I'ma end up on top of them
If money problem, solve it, watch all my problems disappear
[FattMack:]
I got problems on my head, I pop a Roxy, feel good
I said I wouldn't do it again, but turn around and still do it
For this cheese, I wish me well, you won't take me, I wish you would
Keep on sayin' what he gon' do when he see me, I wish he'd do it
They told me money'll change my problems, but they lied, Smaky died
It made me cry, my grandma told me, she hope she live to see me shine
I thought you had loved me, I was wrong, you had me blinded
The day I trust them niggas, probably be the day they slime me
Nowadays, we livin' large as hell, we was just robbin'
I'ma think, If you ain't talkin' bands, you talkin' nonsense
I pour a four in my Sunkist
I pop a bean and beat that lil' hoe down, she sound like new edition
I always be quiet, but I might talk to you if you would listen
Tell me, do you love me now?, or, do you love my cause my new a Richard
Why I'm ridin' around with all this heat? when I'm a cool nigga
That's my brother, that's my round, and he can't read, but he a shooter nigga
Last year Smaky died, I pop my RP's so I don't lose a nigga
Come around, and play that role, and ask for songs to leak my music nigga
I almost walked up out the door without my pole, and thought 'bout shootin' nigga
Thought this world we live in cold
I do these drugs, might need a newer lover
[Smaky:]
I got problems on my head, so I just checked a couple friends
Popped a couple addys, what's the problem with being?
Ain't talkin' no division, I'ma end up on top of them
If money problem, solve it, watch all my problems disappear (Gone)
