Cartoon - Chapters (No Problem)

You don't want no problem
You don't want no problem
You don't want no problem
You don't want no problem
You don't want drama
You don't want drama
No problems
Tell em they don't want no problem
I've been on with my real ones
And I had to set it off for my real ones
No cap, money talk, I'm a real one
So they feeling pretty heavy with a real one
Let me take you all back to them hard days
No money banging heavy out the projects
Mama did it on her own in the process
While my daddy up in jail taking losses
Drinking water out the faucet with bills due
While the homies getting faded in the next room
Tears running down her face was the sad truth
Pushing heavy out the trap, cause we had to
Full of tatoos, told me never take shit
Cause if you really want the bag you gotta take it
You were born into the trap and gotta face it
The hustle don't stop so we on until we make it
You don't want no problem
You don't want no problem
You don't want no problem
You don't want no problem
You don't want drama
You don't want drama
No problems
I was wrecking out the booth spitting real pain
No tape could of ever set the bar straight
Cause they still hate grinding when it get it late
An addiction for the money was the mind state
And mom prayed, knew where we came from
Get the nueve on the hip, boy don't play dumb
Cause you never see me slip I was raised on
Real OGs and the calles that I stayed on
Never had a father figure but the real G's
Took me and they told me this is family
If they ever hit the block here's a dime piece
Load it cock it back and you better bust the cap G
We was heavy the game like we all know
Ima make it out if it means riding dolo
Told my mom this a place that I can't grow
Gave it to the booth and the bars did it solo
You don't want no problem
You don't want no problem
You don't want no problem
You don't want no problem
You don't want drama
You don't want drama
No problems
Now I'm living out my tapes and I get paid
Every year a different come up with an upgrade
Cause I won't fade spit till my bars stay
Circle too small it's a fact I don't got space
I don't know fakes, been with the real deal
Hood Figaz world wide let the game feel
While I sit on my table for the next meal
Grind hard for your plate you cannot steal
Couple years went by now I know the game
Don't talk funny now like you know my name
And carry all the grind all around the chain
To remind me of the pain that was in my way
Sustained all the shit, now I live fine
Back bone to rough for a weak spine
Ima get mine, grind till this shit shine
I was living out the trap out them hard times

Written by:
Christian Moreno

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