Now dig
You got, rich niggas right
They do what they wanna do
Ha, and you got
Broke niggas, you heard?
They do what they gotta do
Now ask yourself, which one are you?
Ha, fall back

Soakin' in Remy, sittin' back smokin' a twenty
Shit is scabby, the hustlin' is so in me
Never show envy, got a style I maxed
I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that
Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face
I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist
From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm movin' if we had any beef
Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty
Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin' past me
Duckin' the narcs, born bustin' Dutches apart
Love pussy with pretty lips, when you fuck it, it fart
Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow
Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below
Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep
I'm just another nigga next up, tryna eat

I had some problems (you know)
And no one could seem to solve them (not a soul, baby)
But you found the answer (it's all for y'all now)
And told me to take this chance

But it seems, y'all would rather
See me hit than see my rich
Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch
Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like
I'm a sucker for love with some easy dick
I did dirt through my days but hid my work
Even then still I made sure no kids got hurt
Sweep the next, been knowin' since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet learned to speak direct
My game's jumpin', we all had our days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways of parkin'
Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point it's like we over-do it
Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya
Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser
Toast on me, smoke spray our potpourri
Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be

I had some problems (you know)
And no one could seem to solve them (not a soul, baby)
But you found the answer (it's all for y'all now)
And told me to take this chance (I got it locked, feel me)

Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain
It's only real, certain niggas mention my name
Some relate, others stay numb in the face
Tryna keep steps ahead like we runnin' a race
Nikes and Timbs, lady friends, like 'em slim
Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin
So what's the issue? All dick sucks is still official
Cold-steel nickels, and Phil I'm still with you
Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin'
Late night, right brake lights black Excursion
Tree smokin', hustle or rap I'ma keep ropin'
Too many niggas got deep emotions
The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems?
Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom
To a false, feel a fake love or hate
Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate

I had some problems (you know)
And no one could seem to solve them (not a soul, baby)
But you found the answer (it's all for y'all now)
And told me to take this chance (what y'all want from me?)

Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle, man, stop fuckin' with me
I'm tryna live, man, nah mean?
I've been at the bottom, I was risin', fell back down
I'm tryna climb up, man
Get off my back, baby
It's all a game, man, don't hate me, hate the game
AZ the Visualiza return, once again
Love life, hate, what the fuck

Copyright: Missing Link Music, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Anthony Cruz, Eldra De Barge, Mark Curry