Problem - Intellectual

[Intro: 2Pac]

Static, it's gon' be, it's gon' be static for sure

Cause what, what the rap audience ain't ready for is a real person

You know what I wanna say, a real N-I-G-G-A

I'm coming out, I'm 100% real

I ain't compromising nothing

Anybody that talk about me got problems

So, anybody that try to take away the Chasers' money as a whole, they got a problem

We gon' suffocate

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Fresh off the boat, it ain't no stretch on the coat

We made that money, that money don't make us

We finna go get it like it was the first

And niggas is hurt, they say it's a drought and these bitches is thirsty

Then they make an excuse

Cause we still up and lit like it's Sunday at church

Blowing a roll, I got it back, I was down in the O

All around us, the gold

Niggas say that they hot like the top of the stove

Bloody down to my toes, Christian Louboutin

Look how I switch that new designer, I made my bitches Saint Laurenta

Hold up, welcome home to Chapo, glad to see you back out

Since you been on lockdown, we been in the crack drop

But now the prices back down, we up in the trap house

Yeah, bout to blow the money like a scammer

Tell them bitches that I'm going hammer

[Chorus: Tdot Illdude]

It's looking like we got a problem now

We put in that work and y'all calling now

It's looking like we got a problem now

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Uh, pour up the dirty and load up the thirty, so we can go put in some work

Be with them killers and hang with the hitters, you mention my name and get put on the shirt

We get the car, we hitting your block

Bend on that bitch, throw that shit in reverse

Jump out the van with the drum on the Glock

Chasing them down, if you trip, you get murked

Woo, whipping the white with the soda

Fucking them over I'm fucking with Hova

I jump out the Phantom, I'm sipping the Fanta

I bought that new Bentley, and I flooded the Rollie

All of these niggas know me, all of these bitches, they know I'm O.G

Come to my city, you know we O.D

Toting, I see me no rolling on me

She got all this ass out, I got all this cash out

I'm a fuck your girl like I love her in my glass house

She gon' cut you off, nigga, I tell her to never fuck you raw, nigga

Put a sign on that pussy

[Chorus: Tdot Illdude]

It's looking like we got a problem now

We put in that work and y'all calling now

It's looking like we got a problem now