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letra de problems - marcus raps

i be on the way up
some of yall are still hatin
every night we stayed up
workin patient in the bas-m-nt
you ain’t in the conversation
you ain’t on my elevation
928 we steady racin
put your verses in the pavement

do it like me
nah
you can’t do it like me
and youll never buy me
so dont f-ckin try me
with my gang beside me
and youre prolly never gonna measure up
dont matter what it is
what it ain’t
what it was
you was in the club you was lookin for some drugs
always talkin sh-t but you’ll never drive up
boy you better wise up

you dont want these problems
i dont wanna talk
cuz youre lackin knowledge
talkin bout poppin bottles f-ckin models
but we know you ain’t about it
hittin l!cks flippin bricks
but we know you ain’t about it

dont you ever f-ck with me cuz im comin with the mother f-ckin clique

and if you take it that far then we comin with the mother f-ckin stick
mother f-ckin quick
verses so sl!ck make you mother f-ckers sick
when i pull up man you know what it is
put ya pen down imma make you my kid
kamikaze on the beat
abstrakt in the booth
roll up my rhymes and i lace em with the truth
stay old school but i represent the youth
i dont do it for the hype but i do it for the thrill
feed me any beat and you know im gonna k!ll
i just wanna get my mom a house on a hill
i just wanna make sure she never pops pills
f-ck all the party sh-t i just wanna chill

you dont want these problems
i dont wanna talk
youre lackin knowledge
talkin bout
diamond chains and private planes but we know you ain’t about it
bloods and crips foreign whips but we know you ain’t about it yuh

if you from the 928 put ya middle finger up in the sky

and if you wanna come at me then you better off to just stop tryin
start complyin
think you better than me well b-tch stop lyin
wash you on the beat then i leave you out to dry
what you gon do when the beat gets to fryin
what you gon do when ya lil baby cryin
and ya run around the streets to find ya home boy dyin

they tryna see a young bruh silent
cuz they dont wanna see a brotha shinin
still tryna focus on my climbin
you ain’t ever seen n0body grindin
i dont wanna hear n0body chime in
if im ever down im still fightin
yuh

poppin bottles f-ckin models
hittin l!cks flippin bricks

- marcus raps

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