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Yatta - Problems (feat. RayRizzle) lyrics

Artist: Yatta

album: Thuggin Like Its Legal


I ain't been in the booth in a minute
Not beneficent when you fuckin' with niggas
You playin' both sides of the fence
And them niggas gon' get into any of your business
All my brothers know I treat them the same
Solo homie don't you hop in this game
College can get you the watches and chains
Before it was sunny, you got a thug in the rain
I can't complain about a damn thing
I think about the ones whose life was way harder
I'm busy tryna be a good friend in all this
I forgot I had my own problems
I was in the county on both sides
And I ain't tell the police nada
When you hop out nigga, don't do no bluffin'
You better start bustin' 'cause my hand would come at ya
I'm busy tryna be a good friend in all this
I forgot I had my own problems
I spend so much money on everybody else
I forgot the shit was my own dollars
I gave 'em my own, they took it for granted
I'm grateful as fuck and that shit, I can't stand it
Been exposed to so much fake love
I ain't feel nothing genuine in a minute
I been backstabbin', I've been called the
First solo, turned myself to a boss
And a pimp, bought my mom a house
Still don't amount to everything that I lost
Lost my best friend, then I start thuggin'
Cut my first homie like it was nothing
I been lied to by who I trust
Keep my guard up, I got a cousin
Terry Woods, I've been true to the game
Taking my brothers back, I give up the fame
Said jewels and hundreds, so how did you change
All I got for being a real nigga is pain
Streets are gainin', now I'm drowning
I lost everything including fame
Nowadays I don't even cry
Nowadays I don't even cry
I ain't been in the booth in a minute
Not beneficent when you fuckin' with niggas
You playin' both sides of the fence
And them niggas gon' get into any of your business
All my brothers know I treat them the same
Solo homie don't you hop in this game
College can get you the watches and chains
Before it was sunny, you got a thug in the rain
I can't complain about a damn thing
I think about the ones whose life was way harder
I'm busy tryna be a good friend in all this
I forgot I had my own problems
I was in the county on both sides
And I ain't tell the police nada
When you hop out, nigga, don't do no bluffin'
You better start bustin' 'cause my hand would come at ya
I ain't been in the booth in a minute
Not beneficent when you fuckin' with niggas
You playin' both sides of the fence
And them niggas gon' get into any of your business
All my brothers know I treat them the same
Solo homie don't you hop in this game
College can get you the watches and chains
Before it was sunny, you got a thug in the rain
I can't complain about a damn thing
I think about the ones whose life was way harder
I'm busy tryna be a good friend in all this
I forgot I had my own problems
I was in the county on both sides
And I ain't tell the police nada
When you hop out, nigga, don't do no bluffin'
You better start bustin' 'cause my hand would come at ya

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