[Intro:]

(Who's this, who this!?)

[Verse 1]

Okay, I ain't even gon' flex, it's Sunday

I ain't even up next, but one day

You gon' put this tape in, hit the replay

Gon' vibe when you ride, chill to the music

Feelin' what I'm puttin' inside

Dealin' with your vulnerable side

This go hard and I ain't even try

Close your eyes, just vibe with me

Do or die for life, really

When I ridin', he drivin' me

Great spirit is my Siri

Navigate through the ways of the land

Demonstrate when to kneel, understand

Give me gracе when I don't understand

Which way is the bеst? Know God's got a plan

Throughout my life my hands stayed dirty

Down to ride when it's necessary

Walk a line, I got no worries

Take my time, I'm in no hurry

Brothers died, so my eyes blurry

Another ride to the cemetery

Live your life, you know death comin'

But of faith, and we gone, homie

[Chorus]

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want, you-you don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

[Verse 2]

All 'til I see that

'Til I drop down six feet deep in the casket

Take my last breath and I breathe that

Stand on the front line, called into action

Keep my mind free, no relapse

Tryna stay clean, but the mud gon' stick

Suds and a fifth, dubs on the whip

One, 2-5-6, arm curlin' a sip

With a pearl on the hip, hand trigger flicker on Bic

Piece with the wood on the grip

Back in a bit, 'bout to bend curves when I slip out

Put the Hellcat on drift, smokin' a spliff

Gift on rap on the 6th, you gon' see it with a pack on your step

Been through hell, and I'll be damned if I climbed out

Just so I can jump back in

Back tires spin when I mash out, lookin' for the cash out

Red zone go for the win, ride for my friends

Most of them gone so long in the grave, or they locked in the pen

Smoke in the wind

Raise up a toast to the ones that be locked down doin' a bid

Know the world ain't shit

Lord heard every prayer, you lift up down there in cell block six

As the world on tilt, everybody Leroy left

Had to put the South on drip, 'bout this here, yeah

Bobbin' with the head nod, mobbin' in the streets I live

Let me make this clear, we some thoroughbreds in the country

Blue collar tried and true, and if it comes down to it

And you cross that line in the red, white, and blue

Boy, you better salute

[Chorus]

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want, you-you don't really want no problem (you want no problem)