Problem - S2 lyrics

Yeah (Ohh oh ohh)
Every project needs a moment like this
Chachi! What?

God to all you atheists
Drivin' under the stars
Keep eagles for any patriot tryna take an L
Hittin' opposition is the worst competition
But, it's still fuck you pussies
Never kiss and tell, though (Watch me)
Feel me, nigga y'all fake as a mothafucka
That's why I ain't fuckin' with all y'all
(Boom) my younger sister Nini's in back
Joogin' plays on crooked phones
May not be perfect, but I still call it home
Single life has been cool, minus stability
People that say they love me send me
Pics of my ex new nigga
Not because they lookin' out or tryin'
To see if it's killin' me, but
To poke holes at me like
I'm one of they enemies
Not knowin' we split six months ago
But we stayed cool
Niggas thirty plus puttin' trust in
The fuckin' Shade Room is not the vibe
I'm gettin' bigger so that come with this
Gated communities and mics is
Where my comfort sit's i can't lie
I did fuck my baby mama from time to time
Not consistent but when I find the time
I know a few folks that's not surprised
And a few that's gon' try Rowanda line
She still ain't shit and I ain't neither
But she fine as wine
Stupid, right? (Hella stupid)
I must confess, that makes it rough
Stay G-P-Sin' perfection
But no address comes up
For every wrong I do
I try to leave in these songs
(Leave in these songs)
For you to learn from it one, and two
For me to move on (For me to move on)
(Compton) outta towners hear my voice then
They know what's up
Free lunches, speed bumps
Buyin' drugs from the donut truck
Wave creators with more animals
(Woof) than Noah's Ark
It's a big, rich town, yeah
I just came from the darkest
R-IP to Dev, Phil Power and Ghost
(Power and Ghost)
Put fifty cent on your head
Like Power and Ghost (Power and Ghost)
They full of ohh la la
Carmelo through all the thunder
Just playin' my game to bullshit
I'm Stevie Wonder (Why?)
Bird Lou, Dog Nick, Fat Miller, Walk
Chuck Actor, Bang Luck
Yeah my brothers 'til life take us under
(Squad) and to you leeches that play
Cool thinkin' I'm a fool
I'm done birthin' niggas and bitches
I'm back to usin' rubbers (It's over)
Grammy nod, they say I lost, I tell 'em
"How?"
When I'm puttin' mama on red carpets, shit
Look at her smile
Her admiration authentic like, "Wow
Look at my child!"
As Entertainment Tonight was like, "Wow
Look at her gown!" (Wow)
It all started from closet
Recordings in trap apartments
To Platinum plaques and me and mom
Floor seat at The Garden it's like
(It's like) , "This can't be life"
Yes it is, though (yeah, yeah)
It's Diamond Lane for life, that's on my kids
But on the real
Some of my kids I see more than the others
(On God) and it's my fault
I ain't gon' keep blamin' they mothers
(On God) it's my loss
And the time I'm missin' is hurtin'
Force my way or give 'em distance
Ain't none of 'em workin'
Lose myself on the beat, like "Fuck it
I'm workin'" on myself, it's been rough
I'm just scratchin' the surface
Can we cross and get back to my purpose?
Actions over captions, relax, it
Ain't happenin', Chachi, keep smokin'
Everybody and anybody in my way (Way)
Y'all finally startin' to realize that
Chachi's here to stay
I went away, did a play
Had a couple niggas did away
Fans thinkin' Chachi lost or he done lost it
Not at all (Nah)
I just wanna evolve, want a challenge
The separation too-too gonna help
Me find my balance diamond Lane
(Night-night, muah)