Wid It

Lyrics

[Chorus: Problem] Everyday in my life tryna get it Either the wrong or the right Whatever bro I'm still wid it Everyday in my life tryna get it Either the wrong or the right Whatever bro I'm still wid it Whatever bro I'm still wid it [Verse 1: Problem] Half a pill for the turn up Marijuana aroma, block is hot as Tacoma Coppers hitting the corner Baby mama's is texting Met me a new bitch now baby mama's is stressing School and come get the lesson Thank the Lord for your blessings Even if you do it bad everyday by is for lessons Lights, I'm on constant Flights, cause I'm smoking Good, yeah I'm living life to the fullest Yeah I'm the nigga cause I motherfuckin chose to be Now it's finally the way that it's supposed to be Tread [?] with the bread spend a loaf on me And bitch you can't hang unless you buy a gold roll for me [Chorus: Problem] Everyday in my life tryna get it Either the wrong or the right Whatever bro I'm still wid it Whatever bro I'm still wid it Whatever bro I'm still wid it Whatever bro I'm still wid it [Verse 2: Trae tha Truth] Look - I'm focused, hustling til I get death Chasing after this paper, get to it like I won't get left Robert with this De Niro like I don't envision shit else Stop it or interrupt it bitch your ass ain't touching shit else In the streets like a flash light, haters meant that I shine on em I heart they're taking [?] but they deal em when I put mine on em Touch down and put that [?] on em [?], recline on em [?]bitch to their checkers, never rush, I take my time on em I hear they talking down, oddly cause I'm too high above niggas I tell em suck my dick, no second guessing, ain't no love nigga Money done ride my dick, tell em to kiss my ass And watch me kill em everyday like its my last [Chorus: Problem] Everyday in my life tryna get it Either the wrong or the right Whatever bro I'm still wid it Whatever bro I'm still wid it Whatever bro I'm still wid it Whatever bro I'm still wid it [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Everyday I smoke a ciggy [?] Blessings in the month of Ramadhan Thousands of people line up just to see a nigga rhyme Ball [?], I get lawyer to pay for a nigga time Clock in by the hour, guns [?] from powder Really [?] started ESGN and got niggas sour That bitch can't come around here Niggas just won't allow her But if I catch her out bet that pussy gon' get devoured Pimpin, keep it in me, I keep a cold ass bitch Had to cut some niggas off, that was on some ho ass shit Hurt my heart, it was some niggas I used to throw down with Now I ain't got shit to give they ass but 44 rounds bitch Livin my life [Chorus: Problem] Everyday in my life tryna get it Either the wrong or the right Whatever bro I'm still wid it Whatever bro I'm still wid it Whatever bro I'm still wid it Whatever bro I'm still wid it