Problems

(Trae)

Well it be too many fake people

Claiming that they, be down with us

But it's too many people, that we can't see

Everywhere that I go, somebody wanna hate me

But I really don't think, that they're gonna be

Ready to take, a walk in my shoes

That's why I be insiders on, plus we never did nothing to nobody

And if they knew what we knew, then they'd leave us alone

Cause too much stressing, it make a nigga crazy

Now I be paranoid, and watching my lady

Praying that I see, my older brother again

Not knowing, it would never be the same again

So I'm still hoping for the day, I know it's gon change

And if I die, I know the pain be remaining in me

To everybody, that I live to live

Leave me the fuck alone, and let me be

(Cl'Che)

Too many hoes wanna hate, and talk bad about a bitch

But mama told me, to never give a fuck

If that's what you go, be and be the coldest bitch

That everybody, wanna roll with

Could never keep a real ass nigga, down on my side

Cause I didn't have time, had a lot of shit up on my mind

Had the right, to shut up in my rhymes

To keep me sane all the time

Had a block on my brain, thinking how could shit

Ever change, trying to win the same ol' game

But then I came to see, through the days of my pain

And struggling, that it wasn't as bad as this thang

Guerilla Maab are my brothers, steady spiritual chain

I'd rather live my life, the way it's suppose to be

Then faking the fame, and trying to be somebody else

Of royalty, because it ain't my name

(Hook: Peaches and Z-Ro)

Too many problems on my mind

(On my miiiiiiind)

They wish I just started, to be a full time grind

I'm just trying, to live my life

But something bout piece, is something I'll never find

(May never find)

Too many problems on my mind

(on my miiiiiiiind)

They wish I just started, to be a full time grind

I'm not trying, to lose my life

But if I do, I wanna meet Jesus Christ (way too late)

(Trae)

Thinking about, what a nigga done been through

Reminiscing, on a part of the past

Everybody thought I wouldn't last

From living the things, I was dealing with

Too many people, tried to reach a nigga with bullshit

And it's like, I ain't even tripping

I can't let things like that, get up under my skin

I can't win, if a nigga steady be living in sin

I gotta keep a right mind, if I wanna make dividends

Sneak into the negative side, of my life

Even niggaz that I had love fo', turned fake

One of my real niggaz, just got shot nine times

From a nigga, that everybody really thought was down

And who the fuck can I trust, when I grab a glock to bust

The situation that I be facing'd, make a nigga think

Shedding tears over my older brother, gonna wait

For the rest of his life, because of these niggaz living shife

For real, now tell me where the love at

Why all of my niggaz, wanna be acting like that

Is it because of the fact I'm one of the Maab, and never gon fall

And all the diamonds shine, when it's time to ball

Will they comfort me if I waited, it was gonna get greater later

I really hope so, cause I believe in God

And with the life that I live, I wanna smile again

And if I die tonight, I still wanna see the light

(Hook)

(Dougie D)

When I be contemplating, of a steady way

To sip the liquor, up off in my mode

Thinking bout the days of the past, when everybody

Use to treat a young nigga, like Dougie so cold

But never once By-Boe, I done heard a lot of thangs

Seen a lot of thangs, wonder why motherfuckers be acting so strange

Feeling the pain, as I'm ready to ride

But yelling still in, know I gotta maintain

I remember when some of bitches, use to tell me

Dougie you motherfucker, your ass ain't never gon be shit

But now they turning on the T.V., watching me on BET

Jamming my c.d., getting crunk in this bitch

Ain't no doubt about it, in my mind that

Hate make a nigga, stronger inside

But Dougie making the climb, but Lord knows that my body is tired

I need a little compassion, a little mo' breath in this rhyme

And I really just don't understand, why nigga wanna be doing

The evil deed, and they wanna hate on us

Cause they can't fade all us, but if you know like a nigga know

You niggaz would keep your distance, cause we can't be touched

I've been living in the city for a short while, with the wrong crowd

Wish I would of known then, what I know now

Now a nigga tripping after the cream, and follow my dreams

I'm trying to stay away, from the triple beam

I gotta get up on a mission, it seems

Because I'm sick and tired, of dealing with the struggle and pain

The predicaments are facing me, having stress on my brain

Don't wanna go up insane, pray to Godthat my soul

I'm going deranged, and anybody wanna think to testing

A nigga skills, they better have a good will

Cause I be living my life, chunking they two cents in

While they be living in sin, trying to tell me how to live

When they ain't even living right

(Hook)