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letra de problems - richie rozay

[intro]
vogo pop yo’ sh-t boy
reid, run it back

[verse 1: richie rozay]
i’m wearin’ the same thing with my plain jane, this a presi’
back to back calls from mama love, i think she gettin’ worried
know she gettin’ older, she’s gettin’ colder, it get scary
i bе tryna hold her just for some closure, keep it stеady
and i’m gettin’ high to balance my lows, keep me ready
’cause the lord done took like ten of my bros, who i cherish
and i see you off them pills like me, don’t be embarrassed
and i see you on them streets like me, don’t be embarrassed
you just keep on goin’, and tighten up your circle, man, them colors start showin’
i’ll risk it all for you, that’s the truth, this bond golden
tryna put a n-gga up on the news, if he start trollin’

[chorus: richie rozay]
double parked the amg, my block a one way
if you know me then you know lil’ richie came a long way
i don’t seen some sh-t you wouldn’t believe, then i relived it in my dreams
sh-t, i got too many problems and money cannot solve ’em
if i was to call your phone, sh-t, would it bother?
that’s the reason i go harder
[verse 2: neek bucks]
a hundred days, a hundred nights, i chased the bag, i kept my pipe
know that sh-t won’t end up nice, so don’t get caught up at that light
one of the greatest ones to ever talk the streets, i feel like mike
remember bro was in denial, we went to trial and beat ’em twice
let’s give a round of applause for real n-ggas that be standin’ on business still
you know this sh-t be ten toes down when you in the field
you go there ’cause some how we kept his name gold
i watched them b-tches switch, i can’t be f-ckin’ wit the same hoes
i watched the wars start ’cause they was f-ckin’ on the same hoes
still be on that block, i still be posted with the same bros
still be off the wock, this like my second day, these same clothes
still get ’em shot, who givin’ drops? you know we take those
’cause they’ll do what i say, you know we don’t come to play
forty on me in this b-tch, don’t give a f-ck, i feel like dre
burn ’em, tussle for the gun, sh-t, i got curry, i got clay
pop up right up on they block, heard n-ggas playin’ with my name
sh-t, i can see brodie on 4th first bumpin’ and sh-t, black & mild smilin’, gun on his hip
no matter how far a n-gga try to run i’m never done with the strip
another n-gga told, i’m done with this sh-t
i’m in a bent’ cruisin’ through the carolinas, once i’m done with the brick, i’m finna get some diamonds bussed out the wrist
“is he livin’ what he rap?”, that’s what the bloggers ask
them n-ggas ran off with that—, and brodie popped his ass
when bronem ran off with that brick, i got my parts in that
don’t never try save them n-ggas, it ain’t no stoppin’ that
and sh-t that came with this loyalty, got a lot of that
them trials apart from my baby, they broke my heart with that
try and play with one of mine, you know we marchin’ back
if you don’t play with none of mine, you know we—

- richie rozay

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