Lyrics Problems - Grand Khai

Went from slinging in the trap
Now we dreaming 'bout plaques
No more sellin' work no that's clip bro
But that money come fast
Niggas hit me for a pack
I could make a couple hundred off a lick bro
Need a shorty w some ass and titties
Who gonna Mack not really be on my back when I do a show
Look in my eyes you see I'm passionate
This shit ain't no accident
I remember asking for shit so
I gotta pay my brothers back when this shit hit
Money come in, Gotta pay all this shit owed
I'm in LA don't wan' come back when this shit hit
But I can't stay I got problems back home

She like how you singing when you rap
Probably why she on my jack
Funny I don't even know that bitch though
Half a milly on a track
Now they wanna get attached
Ain't it funny how they motive switch bro
But now shit is looking good for me
And you know what's mine is yours don't worry 'bout a thing
And I know our past ain't flawless but it's boutta change
Everything is looking gorgeous all designer things
But yo my sister moved to Florida went and got a man
Who went and got a ring, Damn
Time is moving fast for me i'm fucking sayin'
This my last my last broke I won't say that a again

Bitch I got the hope just need to grab a chance

Went from slinging in the trap
Now we dreaming 'bout plaques
No more sellin' work no that's clip bro
But that money come fast
Niggas hit me for a pack
I could make a couple hundred off a lick bro
Need a shorty with some ass and titties
Who gonna Mack not really be on my back when I do a show
Look in my eyes you see I'm passionate
This shit ain't no accident
I remember asking for shit so
I gotta pay my brothers back when this shit hit
Money come in gotta pay all this shit owed

I'm in LA don't wan' come back when this shit hit
But I can't stay I got problems back home

Problems back home
I remember eatin' noodles with the hot dogs
I remember pushin' scooters on the block, unh
Every winter cause the shooters it was hot
Four
Brothers, How the fuck we sleepin' on the same floor

Now I call up my brothers tell em' to remain calm
Praise the lord we made it through struggle and remained strong
This is all that I ever wanted, Put my fam on

Went from slinging in the trap
Now we dreaming 'bout plaques
No more sellin' work no that's clip bro
But that money come fast
Niggas hit me for a pack
I could make a couple hundred off a lick bro
Need a shorty with some