Got a Problem

[Intro: Propain]

Niggas hatin' on me

Yeah

Yeah

[Verse 1: Propain]

When I started out, they never gave me shit (Gave me shit)

Man, I was tryna survive on the grind for days until it made me sick (Uh)

Niggas hatin' on me, talkin' down like, "You should maybe quit" (Damn)

Nowadays when they call a nigga phone, tryna get me on they song, gotta pay me, bitch, ah (Ah)

Ridin' 'round on a mission daily, tryna get the paper gotta feed my rinds (Uh)

Bun B told me, "Young, it's tough, but when you comin' up they wanna see you down" (Uh)

Dog, they don’t give a fuck 'bout you, no love, partner, its a dirty game (Nah)

Just 'cause Rico killed Calvin, that don’t mean that nigga won’t merk you, mayne

Seen foul shit when niggas hurtin' for change (Change), watch your back with these lyin' hoes (Yeah)

If you got a ho when you was shinin', bro, then she gon' ride with a nigga who be shinin' more

Shoulda on and loved you when you buyin' the store, yeah, they wanna fuck you when your diamonds glow

This the same shine that'll blind your soul, 'cause when it stop, all that other shit they around you goes (Uh)

And I lost a partner, he alive, well, not to Pro'

I go ape shit, one monkey never gon' stop the show

Twin told me gotta watch your foes, a nigga take from me I went and got some more

And just to let 'em picture me rollin', I make the album cover with the drop and fold (Ah)

Got the club poppin' while we poppin' rolls (Yuh), I got your girl boppin', tryna drop her clothes (Yuh)

All my niggas paid and my mama straight, think I give a fuck 'bout that gossip ho? (Nah)

'Cause these haters hate and they no stoppin' (So), fuck ’em all, I made more profit (Fuck 'em)

Didn't understand when I was broke biggie, but money really bring mo' problems, Pro

[Chorus: Kirko Bangz & Slim Thug]

I got a problem, too much money, too many cars, got too many bitches

Too many cribs that I ain't even got enough time to live in

I got a problem, got too much heart, got too much soul

Got too much love, I show too much and mane, I never get enough of

I got a problem, I see these niggas hatin' on me

They at the bottom and they waitin' on me (I see 'em, ha)

I pray to God I could make a way, give my sister a crib (Keep waitin', I've been gone a long time)

Put my brother on the lake and all of my enemies fade away

I got a problem (Hogg Life, nigga, for life)

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]

I know so many wanna see me fall (See me fall)

I make the motherfuckers suffer when they see me ball (See me ball)

See me in that big bent like fuck ’em all (Fuck 'em)

You ain't gotta fuck with me 'cause I don’t fuck with y'all (Aha)

Crab ass niggas (Niggas), snake ass niggas (Huh)

Say they real but they just a bunch of fake niggas (Fake niggas)

My mistake, niggas (My bad), thought you was one hunnid (Huh)

I take that loss, bitch, I’m a boss, but I learn from it (From it)

They tired of seein' me stuntin' (Stuntin'), want me to fall off (Run)

They like me better broke and fucked up on that nawf (I know)

But bitch, I’m still climbin' (Climbin'), ain't sold none of my diamonds (Diamonds)

Still drivin' all these cars I rap about in all these bars (Thugger)

Still pull ménage à trois (Thugger), with the baddest broads (Thugger)

Like I dreamed it, it’s Hogg Life for life and I mean it (I mean it)

I see these niggas hatin' (I see 'em), wait for me to fall

It's fifteen years later haters, I’m still standin' tall

[Chorus: Kirko Bangz]

I got a problem, too much money, too many cars, got too many bitches

Too many cribs that I ain't even got enough time to live in

I got a problem, got too much heart, got too much soul

Got too much love, I show too much and mane, I never get enough of

I got a problem, I see these niggas hatin' on me

They at the bottom and they waitin' on me

I pray to God I could make a way, give my sister a crib

Put my brother on the lake and all of my enemies fade away

I got a problem

[Outro]

But you know, back to it, man, like when I first got my slab, my real slab

Which was a '96 El-dog in the year '96

See that was the most holdin' thing about it, man

It was a '96 El-dog and it was in the year '96, you know

Thirty-five thousand cash off the show room floor, you know

Seventy-five hunnid on this Ike spray paint, you know

Apple over silver, the real apple over silver, you know, you know

Popped up on real fours when boys was real still ridin' threes

See it was a certain time everybody couldn't ride fours

Ridin' fours was a pleasure, it was a privilege, it was a opportunity

It was really only ten or fifteen sets in the whole city

When ridin' threes didn't even mean nothin', you know that was cool

If you rode threes, wasn't nobody mad at you

Now if you ridin' threes, you behind time

So, you know, as time progressed, man, and we started to

Get into the preparated slabs and the ragtops, you know

Slab is real serious, that's what it mean to me, you know, take your time