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Problems to Millions
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(Trudie) (Hey, CR!) Yeah, huh, ah, hey I turned my problems to millions I ain't need to do no dealin', huh My n***a gon' do them drillin's So I ain't gotta shoot no children, huh See, I ain't even pop no perc's, lil' n***a But I think I'm losin' feelin', uh This is just the mood I've been in I could point a finger at a block, he spin it, uh See, I ain't win yet but we winnin' My dawg been locked down on the yard for a minute Well yeah, he got caught, but I pray they acquit it Lil' homie got shot in his face, but he livin' so Guess somebody tryna let me know, who? You see, this life, it isn't worth it all (You see, this life, it isn't worth it all) This love ain't this real, this sh*t is virtual If she f**k your mans, don't take it personal See, it's somethin' 'bout these streets and how wе livin' So 'fore you cuff her watch how she movеs 'round rich n***as Yeah, huh, yeah-yeah Trust me, you'd be lucky if you touch me Any of you play, get gut like Chucky This ain't court, lil' n***a, don't judge me See, I'ma do it on my own time, don't rush me Now my lil' baby movin' fussy 'Cause I'm travelin' all over the world I ain't think to bring none of my girls See, I'm one of those selfish n***as, huh She can't meet none of my dawgs, baby, I'm selfish wit' ya, huh You can hear waterfalls, put you into this jewelry, baby, huh We don't get all of y'all, we ain't into the foolery lately, huh I was sayin', start hidin' My lil' homie spinnin' blocks, he with the violence See, I don't condonin' it but he too childish Bodies bad for business, n***a, stop the wildin' She got a body on her like she fly Before you f**k her, ask her for the mileage It ain't hard to be real, lil' n***a, why you lyin'? Tryna turn my lil' n***as into giants When I get the deal lil' n***a, I'ma sign it Put all my real homies in positions Get all my real homies out the kitchen See, he draw the weapon on him from a distance My lil' homie gon' batter up before he pitch Thought you were my brother, homie, why you dissin'? We both gettin' money, homie, how you switchin'? See, I put that b*t*h to work now she ain't missin' See, he put that stick to work and he ain't missin', n***a, uh Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Yeah, huh, yeah, huh I turned my problems to millions I ain't need to do no dealin', huh My n***a gon' do them drillin's So I ain't gotta shoot no children, huh See, I ain't even pop no perc's, lil' n***a But I think I'm losin' feelin', uh This is just the mood I've been in I could point a finger at a block, he spin it, uh See, I ain't win yet but we winnin' My dawg been locked down on the yard for a minute Well yeah, he got caught, but I pray they acquit it Lil' homie got shot in his face, but he livin' so Guess somebody tryna let me know, who? You see, this life, it isn't worth it all (You see, this life, it isn't worth it all) Ah-ah
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