Текст песни Mission Statement - Problem
Hey,
before
we
take
them
on
this
ride
with
you.
This
how
you
have
to
show
these
motherfuckers.
You
have
to
show
them
what
is
that
shit
is
that
you
on.
This
ain't
no
rapper,
this
ain't
no
artist.
you
a
movement,
you
the
struggle,
you
the
vibe.
It's
Chachi,
baby.
Lets
start
this
bitch.
It'll
all
make
sense
by
the
fourth
quarter
Chachi!
Niggas
choose
a
dumb
dollar
over
smart
pennies
If
they
don't
see
the
strings
attached,
don't
mean
they
ain't
any
If
you
ain't
took
a
loss,
then
most
likely
you
can't
feel
me
Had
it
up,
I'm
one
hundred,
that's
two
fifties
- always
Unless
I'm
dealing
with
this
bitches
'Cause
handling
the
real
ain't
really
in
they
intuition
Baby
mamas
included,
take
heed
'fore
you
be
sorry
One
of
mine
fucked
the
homie,
another
one
fuckin'
rob
me
From
industry
roles
to
eye
level
with
Glocks
Survived
time
after
time,
like
watches
chasing
the
clock,
chachi
Still
standing,
still
3-5-4
banging
Till
my
numbers
in
the
rafters,
look
at
3-5-4
hanging
'Fore
I'm
done
I'ma
have
the
world
3-5-4
banging
Bad
bitches
'round
L-A
bet
I
3-5-4
banged
it
Yea,
dick
swinging
on
another
level
Y'all
niggas
angels
acting
like
the
fucking
devil
Had
some
deals
on
the
table
but
I
backed
out
Counted
mills
on
the
table
'fore
I
plaqued
out
Had
a
three-way
with
your
girl,
yea,
we
maxed
out
But
I
don't
remember
shit,
boy,
I
blacked
out
Bird
told
me
before
I
go
I
gotta
teach
him
somethin'
If
it
it
brought
about
no
change,
then
its
all
for
nothin'
Duckin'
range,
homies
killed,
shit
it's
all
for
nothin'
Diamond
motherfucking
lane,
shit
it's
all
or
nothin'
Staying
tall
at
Jabbar,
we
don't
fall
for
nothin'
We
let
these
clown
niggas
be
clowns,
we
just
sit
and
watch
We
got
ours
out
the
mud,
we
don't
know
no
stoppin'
And
put
our
backs
against
the
wall,
you
gonna
hear
them
shots
Drak
Drak,
got
me
walkin'
with
my
cash
out
Pull
up
drunk,
fuck
your
girl
like
I'm
fresh
out
Pick
my
youngin'
from
the
county,
boy,
he
fresh
out
Public
defender
tried
to
screw
him
but
he
straight
now
Mind
tickin',
politickin'
on
another
million
Everything
is
about
precision,
youngin'
sit
and
listen
Don't
get
high
and
make
decisions,
when
you
on
your
mission
My
last
nigga
that
didn't
listen
doin'
life
in
prison
She
got
me
sick,
I
need
to
heal
up
Feel
it
in
my
stomach
like
a
sit
up
Niggas
all
said
I
fell
off,
oh,
I
needed
that
Yea,
say
ol'
boy
took
my
spot,
well
I
need
it
back
Don't
make
a
nigga
count
a
hundred
thousand
out
Don't
make
me
start
fucking
niggas
hoes
again
Don't
make
me
start
running
up
on
niggas
with
mirrors
Makin'
it
easy
for
niggas
to
see
how
hoe
they
is
I
ain't
playin'
nice
wit
niggas
for
no
rap
verse
And
I
ain't
actin'
like
I
like
you
for
no
rap
verse
Must
I
remind
you
niggas,
I
was
in
the
trap
first
And
I
ain't
get
thrown
a
P,
I
push
stacks
first
Sole
survivor's
in
my
blood,
check
my
DNA
I'm
puttin'
niggas
in
a
skirt
I'll
be
a
okay
My
new
bitch
body
bang
like
an
808
Stay
with
that
heat,
2-2-3's
[?]
Diamond
freeze,
cold
world
need
a
heater
These
fucking
streets
will
turn
a
[?]
into
a
fucking
beast
Still
got
a
thang
for
cute
bitches
wearing
buns
Free
[?]
and
every
bitch
that's
'bout
they
funds
I
girl
fucked
a
real
nigga
now
she
hate
lames
Still
with
my
day
ones,
can
you
say
the
same?
Nigga,
can
you
say
the
same?
If
you
can't
you
got
to
live
knowing
you
the
blame
Chachi,
nigga
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