Problemz

I got problems all these demons in my head
Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead
I wake up sweating in my sheets
Every night I see the devil in my sleep

[Verse 1: Sevin]
Gotta keep a cold heart in the depths of a soldier’s soul
Middle of the summer in a drought so we hope for snow
Only hope for dough’s a plug or an nice flick
‘fore we start playing double the price for the white chick
The demand don’t change but it’s hard supplying sales
When you’re beatin’ up your sack pissin’ off clientele
Stressing up late and you’re waiting by your phone
Hopin’ he don’t call you back and say it’s 8 by the zone
Cuz then it’s no profit unless you ride for rocket
Back on the block with a strap in your pocket
And two days earlier the cops sit
Plus it’s Thursday so you know another raid is the topic
You got pride so you know if you get locked this
Judge is gonna drop kick you straight to the mosh pit
Just to probably try to set an example
Cuz election time always brings the federal scandal
They fillin’ up the jails to make it look like they crackin’ down
Crooked pigs probably sell the most crack in town
And the murder rates be rising off the chain
When these new gang bangers want the stripes up off your name
Put a bunch of hungry niggas in the same place
Before long survival of the fittest
City turns into a war zone
Whole hood’s starvin’
Homies probably wanna touch ya
What these niggas know about the problems of a hustler?

[Hook: Sevin]
I got problems all these demons in my head
Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead
I wake up sweating in my sheets
Every night I see the devil in my sleep
I got problems all these demons in my head
Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead
I wake up sweating in my sheets
Every night I see the devil in my sleep

[Verse 2: Sevin]
Yeah
You gotta warrant out of state and you still on probation
But word just came back on this nigga’s location
So you gotta push your feelin’s aside
Your hood’s all you know so you willing to ride
Hit the big homie cuz you know he always on deck
Get a throw away heater nine millimeter tech
Toss the murder ones over your hands
Wipe down the shells and reload it again
Hit your rellie on the celly tell him scoop
He pulls through in a burned out coupe
With some purp and some lube
First objective is to find his position
You a rider
Only thing on your mind is the mission
What if he hidin’ and we can’t find him?
Hey we gon’ hit him where his momma say
It’s out there in Monterey
Cuz one way or another we gon’ get him
Even if we gotta knock his whole family to hit him
Yeah
Right about this time you start trippin’
“If we get cracked I wonder if this nigga start snitchin’”
“…Nah that’s my nigga he good”
But deep down inside
You still got a funny feelin’ he would
Soon as you think it red and blue lights flashin’
Dumb nigga ran a stop light and blew right past ‘em
Now you on a high speed with the rollers
What these niggas know about the problems of a soldier?

[Hook: Sevin]
I got problems all these demons in my head
Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead
I wake up sweating in my sheets
Every night I see the devil in my sleep
I got problems all these demons in my head
Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead
I wake up sweating in my sheets
Every night I see the devil in my sleep

[Verse 3: Sevin]
Yeah
Yeah
Your grind is just survival
So you pray they don’t lock ya
Trippin’ with ya chick and now your babies don’t got ya
You miss ‘em so you sittin’ with a baby chrome chopper
Your soul’s beneath the ocean stuck in Davey Jones’ locker
Your life’s wasted
Can’t think of making it without taking it
Good things come to the patient but you can’t wait for it
Situation’s sticky think of lickin’ ya plug stash
No righteous influence Big Momma just passed
Trying to stay clean but you’re stuck in a blood bath
Just finished blowin’ you ain’t goin’ to drug class
This cold world’ll push you over the edge
To the point you can’t control what even goes through your head
You’re bipolar but you ain’t got no more of your meds
You start thinkin your fam will love you more if you’re dead
Got court in two days and if you don’t pay em the fees
They gon’ say you can’t play with your steez
Nigga it’s all bad
You’re burnt out from the stress and the anger
Looking in the mirror all that’s left is a stranger
Stuck staring at the picture life paint’s ya
What these niggas know about the problems of a gangster?

[Hook: Sevin]
I got problems all these demons in my head
Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead
I wake up sweating in my sheets
Every night I see the devil in my sleep
I got problems all these demons in my head
Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead
I wake up sweating in my sheets
Every night I see the devil in my sleep

I got problems all these demons in my head
Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead
I wake up sweating in my sheets
Every night I see the devil in my sleep
I got problems all these demons in my head
Telling’ me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead
I wake up sweating in my sheets
Every night I see the devil in my sleep