Problem - Mission Statement lyrics

Hey, before you take them on
This ride with you just know you gotta show
These motherfuckers you
Gotta show them what is that shit is that
You get this ain’t no fucking rapper
This ain’t no artist you a movement
(Diamond Lane) you the struggle, you
The vibe you're Chachi
Baby now start this bitch oh, and um
It’ll all make sense by the fourth quarter

Chachi! Niggas choose a dumb dollar
Over smart pennies
If they don’t see the strings attached
Don’t mean they ain’t any
If you ain’t took a loss
Then most likely you can’t feel me
Had it up, I’m one hundred
That’s two fifties - always
Unless I’m dealing with this bitches
'Cause handling the real ain’t


Really in they intuition
Baby mamas included
Take heed 'fore you be sorry
One of mine fucked the homie
Another one fuckin' robbed me
From industry roles to eye level with Glocks
Survived time after time, like
Watches chasing the clock, chachi
Still standing, still 3-5-4 banging
Till my numbers in the rafters
Look at 3-5-4 hanging
'Fore I’m done I'ma have
The world 3-5-4 banging
Bad bitches 'round L-A bet I 3-5-4 banged it
Yea, dick swinging on another level
Y'all niggas angels acting like
The fucking devil
Had some deals on the table but I backed out
Counted mills on the table
'fore I plaqued out
Had a three-way with your girl, yea
We maxed out
But, I don’t remember shit, boy
I blacked out bird told me before I go
I gotta teach him something
If it ain't brought about no change
Then it's all for nothin'
Duckin' range, homies killed
Shit it’s all for nothin'
Diamond motherfucking lane
Shit it’s all or nothin'
Staying tall at Jabbar
We don’t fall for nothin'
We let these clown niggas be clowns
We just sit and watch
We got ours out the mud
We don’t know no stoppin'
And put our backs against the wall
You gonna hear them shots
Drak Drak, got me walkin' with my cash out
Pull up drunk
Fuck your girl like I'm fresh out
Pick my youngin' from the county, boy
He fresh out
Public defender tried to screw him
But he straight now
Mind tickin', politickin' on another million
Everything is about precision
Youngin' sit and listen
Don’t get high and make decisions
When you on your mission
My last nigga that didn’t listen
Doin' life in prison
She got me sick, I need to heal up
Feel it in my stomach like a sit up
Niggas all said I fell off, oh, I needed that
Yea, say ol' boy took my spot
Well I need it back fuck, whats happenin?
Don’t make a nigga count
A hundred thousand out
Don’t make me start fucking niggas hoes again
Don’t make me start running up
On niggas with mirrors
Makin' it easy for niggas to
See how hoe they is
I ain’t playin' nice wit niggas
For no rap verse
And I ain’t actin' like I like
You for no rap verse
Must I remind you niggas
I was in the trap first
And I ain’t get thrown a P
Bro I push stacks first
Sole survivor’s in my blood, check my DNA
In a skirt I’ll be a okay
My new bitch body bang like an 808
Stay with that heat, 2-2-3’s Bape NMDs
Diamond freeze
Cold world needed heated seats
These fucking streets will turn a
Yee into a fucking beast
Still got a thang for
Cute bitches wearing buns
Freak pretty hoes and every bitch
That's 'bout they funds
My girl fucked a real nigga
Now she hate lames
Still with my day ones, can you say the same?
Nigga, can you say the same?
If you can't you got to
Live knowing you to blame chachi, nigga