Problem - About That Time lyrics
[Problem - About That Time lyrics]
Aight
Huh, starin' at my Rollie
It's about that time
Less about talent, more about your grind
Go against mine, we gon' come back fine, yeah
It's comeback season far as comebacks go
I'm not here for X and O's
This ain't tic tac-toe
Ain't no love around this bitch
So I ain't got none to give
Now I done slowed down with the old
You see what happened to Bill, yeah
Y'all know that I'm a Problem
So know that when y'all approach 'em
I'm driven by the dollar
Might as well call it my chauffeur
I do this for the love
I don't do shit for your approval
Y'all catch me drivin' poundie
'fore you catch man, hold up
Diamond Lane, we never losin'
And me? I'm never changin' sides
Even when we wrong
So what? Chachi read the bang and ride, boom
Shoutout to Bang, he just lost his mother
Mine alive, use mine, shit
You like my brother
To all my niggas, like a bed, bro
I got you covered niggas trip, I do my shit
Huh, starin' at my Rollie
It's about that time
Less about talent, more about your grind
Go against mine, we gon' come back fine, yeah
Salute to God
I heard these niggas wanna shoot the god
I find out the bullets rippin'
And they shoot the god
Diamond Lane, bro, salute the mob
It's truth in eyes, nigga, look at mine
Nigga, look at mines I don't take days off
Everyday 'bout the buck
I don't give time to these pussies
Unless I'm 'bout to fuck
Remember talkin' to Uzi up
In his Bentley truck
Young nigga, keep movin', fuck 'em
Just get the bucks
'Cause they gon' hate you anyway, chyeah
The minute they don't like you
They'll remake you any day
And you'll be sittin', puzzled, like
"what happened to my pieces?"
And all your team be gone
It just be mommas, aunts, and nieces
Fuck these industry niggas
I treat 'em like polices motherfuck 'em
Never trust 'em but be careful when I see 'em
'Cause they ain't ready for real action, huh
For real
Starin' at my Rollie, it's about that time
Less about talent, more about your grind
Go against mine, we gon' come back fine
Diamond
Huh, starin' at my Rollie
It's about that time
Less about talent, more about your grind
Go against mine, we gon' come back fine, yeah
It's comeback season far as comebacks go
I'm not here for X and O's
This ain't tic tac-toe
Ain't no love around this bitch
So I ain't got none to give
Now I done slowed down with the old
You see what happened to Bill, yeah
Y'all know that I'm a Problem
So know that when y'all approach 'em
I'm driven by the dollar
Might as well call it my chauffeur
I do this for the love
I don't do shit for your approval
Y'all catch me drivin' poundie
'fore you catch man, hold up
Diamond Lane, we never losin'
And me? I'm never changin' sides
Even when we wrong
So what? Chachi read the bang and ride, boom
Shoutout to Bang, he just lost his mother
Mine alive, use mine, shit
You like my brother
To all my niggas, like a bed, bro
I got you covered niggas trip, I do my shit
Huh, starin' at my Rollie
It's about that time
Less about talent, more about your grind
Go against mine, we gon' come back fine, yeah
Salute to God
I heard these niggas wanna shoot the god
I find out the bullets rippin'
And they shoot the god
Diamond Lane, bro, salute the mob
It's truth in eyes, nigga, look at mine
Nigga, look at mines I don't take days off
Everyday 'bout the buck
I don't give time to these pussies
Unless I'm 'bout to fuck
Remember talkin' to Uzi up
In his Bentley truck
Young nigga, keep movin', fuck 'em
Just get the bucks
'Cause they gon' hate you anyway, chyeah
The minute they don't like you
They'll remake you any day
And you'll be sittin', puzzled, like
"what happened to my pieces?"
And all your team be gone
It just be mommas, aunts, and nieces
Fuck these industry niggas
I treat 'em like polices motherfuck 'em
Never trust 'em but be careful when I see 'em
'Cause they ain't ready for real action, huh
For real
Starin' at my Rollie, it's about that time
Less about talent, more about your grind
Go against mine, we gon' come back fine
Diamond