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prophet the artist - problems lyrics

them n#ggas slid on my homie and they k!lled him
crazy part is we can’t find out who got em
this the sh#t we gotta face that they dont tell y’all when you in them trenches its gone come wit them problems
if he ain’t chatting bout no bread it dont matter to me
i lost my dawg and that sh#t left a few demons
im just tryna fight em off
man on my life i miss my dawgs yea yea

man on my life i miss my homies
been through so much pain i just can’t go back to the old me
remember when they slid and my dawg went out just like tony
we had dreams of balling something like gin0bili
up by that corner we wasn’t worried bout no police
no you can’t hang you ain’t my gang you ain’t my broskie
we gone get rich before you left thats what you told me
we was supposed to win and get that check for them new rollies
bentley truck for all my wins yea thats my trophy
private n#gga my sh#t tinted can’t expose me
f#ck all that talking i like action you gone show me
the same sh#t that made him fold yea it ain’t fold me
keep to myself these b#tches h#ll and n#ggas phony
ive been going so hard to make it out you’d think they’d clone me
can’t get caught lacking naw
can’t let em hoe me
i dont care how rich i get gotta pay me if you owe me

my sh#t on airplane mode i can’t pick up my phone
im chasing money got no time for n0body leave me alone
went from ecko wit ed hardy to off white gucci and vlone
i ain’t have to leave my hood i got it popping at my home
she ain’t never want this wood now i got racks she want my bone
yea they got 1 of my n#ggas 4 hours later .. 4 of em gone
we gone slide every night until i feel like problem solved
rest in peace to all my soldiers got me crying on these songs
got me praying every night hoping i could right my wrongs
i dont wanna be the next one out the gang to end up gone
before i go i gotta make sure momma get to see me on
see me shine for all them days when n#ggas left us all on hold
for all them times i called for help and they ain’t wanna pick up the phone
for all them times i called for help and they ain’t wanna pick up the phone
you was hating all along
you was clapping when i won but lowkey wanted to see me fall

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