leave this fucking town I've got problems and I've got plenty of them All this thinking about them brings me down... I've got problems I've got to leave right now I've got problems
Traducció: No Motiv. Problemes.
straight like it's jumpin' back to thirty-six nigga Big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms, I can shit all day, nigga And we don't want no problems
's all fine, you just ain't no friend of mine I'm tryin' to focus on bigger and better things With so many odds against me, I had to step up my game Imagine problems
to put the gun away Cus I got pryors Its hard to stay rollin when the world full of riders Bullet tip on fire Flyin down sunset Motivated to win Like
rid of you Haters (Haters, Haters) Haters (Haters, Haters) Haters (Haters) No problems Don't want no problems No problems Don't want no problems Problems I got more problems
hit the lotto Wit' dreams of ownin' a records label, flippin' words My nigga flippin' buildin's better than he was flippin' birds I got tha, mentality and the motive
do What will be discovered and finally uncovered Will be none other than Marquis, your brother There will be no difficulty, all your problems will be solved You'll become motivated
the cops gettin rocked like Mosley Why niggaz on the TV in the spot like cozy Now Houston got a problem, Atlanta got a problem Dallas, Alabama and Miami got a problem
gotta search within you (Go left, go left, go left right left) You gotta find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you And get that motivation
with blind motivation, I ain't a thug I'd rather be Royce five-apostrophe, nine-quotation So how you love that nigga, the game done changed You got a problem
my brain go boom Sittin in my room consumed with doom Doors open force flow through me Springtime bloomin daphodiles Still got a six shot revolver My gangster friends wont get this album Not my problem
problem Even with the O's on his check The po-po stop him and show no respect Is there a problem, officer? Damn straight, it's called race That motivate
a murderer stomping ground With one less witness gunned down in the staircase Who had led his crew but he was moving at a snail's pace Many suspects, many possible motives
it's realer than a heart attack It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack Now it's a body caught every night on the Almanac Rock bottom where them cops gotta problem
trophies But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles. Not an alcoholic but alcohol it, Can ease the pain. Drinkin' all my problems away But still prayin
't even look very happy No, I'm not happy at all I wonder, what's really goin' on in your life Would you tell me? A lot of problems But I got things
