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Problem

MORE DOLLARS, MORE SENSE 2014

 

MORE DOLLARS, MORE SENSE 2014

(album: A Compton Story - 2023)


Jason Martin
They don't let too many people fuck with these

AI getting more shine than potential these days
Snitch Jackets getting worn like Essentials these days by
These tracklist gangsters and roll out stars cover art Kings
What a world of ours
Theyre so misled
What a discrepancy
What happened to love loyalty and legacy streets on my
Timeline beg begging me to go off a Kings in her presence
Baby dying to rip the bow off
Yeah, don't treat me like the rap niggas a fact spitter with
Game heavy as fat niggas yeah
Real life star
Young El Debarge in my DM's laughing at death threats from
The barbs
Street sweepers a get you side swipe G shit
No tough thumbs
No, eye fight
It's 500 million in my eyesight ex trafficer box one like
Prize fights paid and full champagne with fried rice
Stay away from Cams
Cant go out like Ki Phife
I'm too busy scoring to watch my highlights because maybach benzes what I like

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game ket the P Funk commence
F it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game ket the P Funk commence

What up Problem
Now look who came up in this bitch
Mr. look like shit, but I know he rich get at me.
I thought you motherfuckers be happy, but they not because
They took a backseat like a taxi
I'm a latchkey kid home alone so often but I had to come back
To my Cali like culkin
I was born out here
Then I moved out there
Nigga check my core
Man this Shit ain't fair
I gotta try with Alley boy, Fredo and Problem
So, you know, I'm in the hood
Just like I'm a Culprit
Python
Check the app
I'm hanging with coats, man
That'd bIno going off
I thought that I told you before the King Sean clothes and the chrensaw mall
I used to date this fly girl with a place in the Donss
We used to cruise Leimert Park in a Beamer
Love a Cali girl so much

Have you seen a shout out to Latinas?
Look at all these heinous, you know, is the highest niggas
Know I'm childish
I'll be on that
Wild shit and she's down the road
Pussy like a sauchy teriyaki ball
Hey, yo problem
What up?
It's a diss track, right?
Fuck you
Fuck you
You're cool
You can't rap
You need help
You alle industry hype
Most of these niggas alright
I none of them holding a light to me wearing some white fatigues
Like it was 93 after the riots niggas is violence
Spra the llama took the L shit wasn't silent though middle
Finger crossed up niggas
Now, you know for real

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?