Money Pit (Problems)

Lyrics

[Intro: Aasim] Look, anyway, uh, I got this plan to make some money I want you to keep this shit to yourself Uh, I'm steady on that grind (Shit is fucked up right now) Crime steady on my mind, listen Uh, I'm steady on that grind (Lookin' at everything with a different perspective) Crime steady on my mind, listen [Chorus: Kai & Aasim] I got problems on my mind (Uh-huh) and a gun in my right hand (Uh-huh) So what you think I'm gon' do? (I'm about to pop niggas) I got problems on my mind (Uh) and a gun in my right hand (Uh-huh) So what you think I'm gon' do? (Run in a spot, niggas, oh) [Verse 1: Aasim] Rap is my catalog, wrapped up in camouflage Amongst a bunch of bitches, provin' I'm in the man in charge Stress got me losin' hair, I stare at the Heaven's light Let's shoot the fair one, God, shit, ain't nothin' fair in life It's either weed or crack, sell it for Jesus stack Losin' my faith, I'm tryna scrape off my Jesus tat Pull off a caper too, just to get a face or two Go in the court with Wize, the nigga caught a case or two I made a few mistakes, they was misdemeanors really While Diddy throwin' parties, I'm up in the inner city You deserve a depiction, niggas learn from addiction Now people in my crib all on the verge of eviction My words never fiction, and no matter whether Rap or doin' good or on the curb, I fit the description So why you think I'm pissed? Every day's a higher risk Aniya need them diapers, my daughter is fly as shit And she deserve the best, daddy's little shinin' star 3:45 a.m., niggas repoin' my car Thought I was goin' far, but soon as I get a step I get that stress that make a nigga smoke a cigarette And I don't even smoke, but I smoked a half a pack And drank a pint of 'gnac, sippin' in a Pontiac Gun in my writin' hand, gloves on for evidence Lookin' like Larenz Tate in Dead Presidents A record deal, a clean record, that's irrelevant I got a money problem, only dough will settle it [Chorus: Kai G, Aasim & Wize G] I got problems on my mind and a gun in my right hand So what you think I'm gon' do? (I'm about to pop niggas) I got problems on my mind (Uh) and a gun in my right hand (Uh-huh, yeah) So what you think I'm gon' do? (Okay, run in a spot, niggas) [Verse 2: Wize G] You got some dudes that be makin' them rules Some dudes takin' them rules, some other dudes breakin' them rules Me? I choose to be shakin' a jake when I move See I move in secrecy like how the masons'll move, shh I don't talk or do no cults And we don't walk, we ride, so be on point, look I'd rather be on the sandy beaches of y'all With my rod deep in the throat of a nasty bad broad Oh Lord, your boy's comin' Dumbin' if you think that I was in here to get somethin' Ma, you a comedian for that We put the hoes in the front and keep the G's in the back I'm stacked with a bunch of dollars from crack, no fuckin' powder Plus I got a few pounds of the skimmer Bring more than a few rounds to drama I bid it with life was you dudes are cowards We not one in the same (Nope), this not one of them games (Nope) This is one of them thangs You know that bang, bang, our slanguage is terrible So you could never find a better dude, just let him do [Chorus: Kai & Aasim] I got problems on my mind and a gun in my right hand So what you think I'm gon' do? (I'm about to pop niggas) I got problems on my mind (Uh) and a gun in my right hand (Uh-huh) So what you think I'm gon' do? (Run in a spot, niggas) I got problems on my mind and a gun in my right hand So what you think I'm gon' do? (I'm about to pop niggas) I got problems on my mind (Uh) and a gun in my right hand (Uh-huh) So what you think I'm gon' do? (Run in a spot, niggas)