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[Intro]
(You know I got this beat from Juvy)
(Baby Plugg, this beat trim)
[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, I took my time, I ain't trying to fail
I been scarred, I been trying to heal
Won't ever give up, know I try for real
Ever saw, just know I tried for real
If I said I'm at peace, you a vibe, for real
I know niggas that's dyin' to live
In them streets, niggas dyin' for real
Play with me, then you dyin' for real
I saw my brodie die when I was young
I popped a Percocet, it made me numb
How the fuck I get rich and I came up from none?
How the fuck I do this and I came up from none?
How the fuck I bake the cakе off the crumbs?
I was front line with the K, I ain't run
I had to makе me a play every day in the rain
I was patient and ran up the funds
I thought you was a stepper, you ran with the gun
You said it's up, then you said what it was
Got the hash on me, it's gas in my lungs
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"Problems" is a song by Calboy from the album Wildboy 2, released in 2026.
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I'm in the club with a handful of ones and a bottle of 'Migos
I'm just vibin', it's me, mis amigos
I went frugal, but lil' bro got a freak ho
Roll exotic, he smokin' a guido, yeah
[Chorus]
Ayy, this shit can get rough, if we got problems, then we solve it
Pop it, drink it straight, we chase the bottom of the bottle
How can I put my trust in you when none of the Lord help with my problems?
Oh Lord, help with my problems
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, oh, yeah
Oh Lord, help with my problems
Yeah, oh
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Oh Lord, help with my problems
[Verse 2]
Yeah, this when I'm thinkin' 'bout usually, ayy
I'm tryna vibe and roll up, get high, then make me some music
Yeah, I never asked for you and your two cents
You better jump in that field if them boots fit
Back then, it was ramen with no fuckin' Ruth's Chris
I'm usually cool, but my brother'll shoot shit
Your niggas sinking, too many loose lips
They like, "Cal, what you drinking? Please don't abuse it"
I know what you thinking, boy, don't be stupid
Wanna jump in this game? Better know what you doin'
You ain't first, then you motherfuckin' losing
Got some heart, better motherfuckin' prove it
I came home with a stain with no bruises (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Ayy, this shit can get rough, if we got problems, then we solve it
Pop it, drink it straight, we chase the bottom of the bottle
How can I put my trust in you when none of the Lord help with my problems?
Oh Lord, help with my problems
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, oh, yeah
Oh Lord, help with my problems
Yeah, oh
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Oh Lord, help with my problems
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