Testo Problems

Speak in my name
But you hardly know me
I fly your girl out to Spain
With Js in her suitcase
And parcels loaded

I still got scars from homies
And we don't want problems, baby Send me a text with a heart emoji

Look
I'm lost on a path that's lonely
Dark and lonely
Broken, I'm marching slowly
But if only
You knew what it cost, bro
All of my wins took more than my loss, bro
Took me a chance, then I got me my bands
Then I ran up 25 grand on a Osco
Wait

I don't do half days or a day off
I'm a 36524 I ain't gon' stop till I make me a mil
And I ain't gon' chill till Chile gon' see two more

That's karma, I ain't trying to mess with the devil
I've been a father, but bro, I gotta get up
There's money in my mind, then I mix it with marijuana

The handbag rider
Zips in the ganja
Plugs on the charger
Drugs in the lager
The girls on their knees
The curve got the grease
So I studied that shit, then I scored me the master

Nah, the bro got bands like Andre
I pulled 3,000, your girl outcast
Get up, smoke on a mountain, I'm money that rasta
No sports fan, but it's under my armor

So tell them what's good, bro
I counted up the figures, $100 a minute
I get it in double digits
I'm up on your television
I listen to Biggie Speeding
He told me just cause the limit

So I got that, I made the crowd go wild
Done a thousand miles
On the road like I'm doing up white chicks
Made a million on stage cause the prize fit
28 shows, we played to that white bitch

Yeah, I moved me a gram
Like I toured the France
When I broke pedal bars like a cyclist
I broke from the east, gonna blow like Isis
Am I a ghost? I'ma cause you a crisis

I got bands on my last month's tape
Now I need more for my next week's song
Girl got home from my studio session
I still gon' fuck with my tech fleece on

Ride like a Harley, vroom
Thank God, babe, that my bed frame's strong
Then got a phone call up from my bro
When he got charged up for a 10G bond

I don't want my bro in chains
I don't want my bro in pain
I don't want bros no cash
If he's got no cash
Then I'm sure that my bro gets paid

I don't want bros getting smoked in the day
You're loathe with some song that I wrote on a page
Look what I made
I don't want bros in their grave
I just want smoke in the J-Wave

Vroom, vroom

Can't rev me up, I'm a Tesla
Works when I'm bowed flat out like a stretcher
Yeah, I still got maids to the brickies
And maids to the chippies
The chip in a brick investor
Move with the balls in a yester

And I don't want to crack under pressure
Don't speak on my name, don't speak on my
You don't know what it cost, bro
All of my wins took more than my loss, bro
Took me a chance, then got me my bands
And I chased up 25 grand and my odds fell

I done do half days of a day off
I'm a three, six, five, two, four
I ain't gon' stop till I make me a mil
And I ain't gon' stop till—
Ain't gon'
Ain't gon'