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letra de problems - calboy

[intro]
(you know i got this beat from juvy)
(baby plugg, this beat trim)

[verse 1]
hey, hey, i took my time, i ain’t trying to fail
i been scarred, i been trying to heal
won’t ever give up, know i try for real
ever saw, just know i tried for real
if i said i’m at peace, you a vibe, for real
i know n-ggas that’s dyin’ to live
in them streets, n-ggas dyin’ for real
play with me, then you dyin’ for real
i saw my brodie die when i was young
i popped a percocet, it made me numb
how the f-ck i get rich and i came up from none?
how the f-ck i do this and i came up from none?
how the f-ck i bake the cakе off the crumbs?
i was front line with the k, i ain’t run
i had to makе me a play every day in the rain
i was patient and ran up the funds
i thought you was a stepper, you ran with the gun
you said it’s up, then you said what it was
got the hash on me, it’s gas in my lungs
i’m in the club with a handful of ones and a bottle of ‘migos
i’m just vibin’, it’s me, mis amigos
i went frugal, but lil’ bro got a freak ho
roll exotic, he smokin’ a guido, yeah
[chorus]
ayy, this sh-t can get rough, if we got problems, then we solve it
pop it, drink it straight, we chase the bottom of the bottle
how can i put my trust in you when none of the lord help with my problems?
oh lord, help with my problems

[post-chorus]
yeah, oh, yeah
oh lord, help with my problems
yeah, oh
yeah-yeah, yeah
oh lord, help with my problems

[verse 2]
yeah, this when i’m thinkin’ ’bout usually, ayy
i’m tryna vibe and roll up, get high, then make me some music
yeah, i never asked for you and your two cents
you better jump in that field if them boots fit
back then, it was ramen with no f-ckin’ ruth’s chris
i’m usually cool, but my brother’ll shoot sh-t
your n-ggas sinking, too many loose lips
they like, “cal, what you drinking? please don’t abuse it”
i know what you thinking, boy, don’t be stupid
wanna jump in this game? better know what you doin’
you ain’t first, then you motherf-ckin’ losing
got some heart, better motherf-ckin’ prove it
i came home with a stain with no bruises (yeah)
[chorus]
ayy, this sh-t can get rough, if we got problems, then we solve it
pop it, drink it straight, we chase the bottom of the bottle
how can i put my trust in you when none of the lord help with my problems?
oh lord, help with my problems

[post-chorus]
yeah, oh, yeah
oh lord, help with my problems
yeah, oh
yeah-yeah, yeah
oh lord, help with my problems

- calboy

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