Chorus: Thurro
I got problems that I'm trying to fix
A couple obstacles in my mix
I got problems that I'm trying to solve
A few issues I gotta resolve

Verse 1: Marchitect
Leaky roof, squeaky wheels (uh, yeah)
I'm dead broke, let's keep it real (yep)
Cause even if I went and made a couple of mill
It couldn't pay me back for how I've struggled for years
I don't need a Maybach
I need my people that died back
Because me and them, we go way back
Y'all ought to pay back everything you owe me
Cause when I come to collect, you act like you don't know me homie
Long arms, but short memories
More money more problems with more enemies included
With them haters sold separately
Went down to the station and told everything
Man, I ain't gotta job
I'm trying not to rob
I know I'm not the mob I'm trying to be responsible
Dodging these obstacles focused like binoculars
Instead of watching sideline sitting somewhere tropical
Chorus: Thurro
I got problems that I'm trying to fix
A couple obstacles in my mix
I got problems that I'm trying to solve
A few issues I gotta resolve
(x2)

Verse 2: Jas Mace
With all this pressure on my mind sometimes I find it hard to rhyme (yeah)
And perform out of state cause it cost more to get there then we're getting paid
It's just one of those days like catching road rage
On the interstate and you're running late
This the shit to get you irate (uh)
And I hate dealing with stupid mutha fuckas
That don't think before they talk or look when they walk (when they walk)
Doing senseless shit and acting reckless
Messing up their own hood and showing no respect for it (come on man)
Like this ain't where you lay your head (come on)
Like this ain't where you mother, brother, father, and your sister break bread (they know)
Like this ain't where your kids play (come on)
What happened to the innocence of adolescence (where'd it go)
Cause you ain't got money for the rent but you're asking around town where the weedman went (yeah)
Get your priorities right sucka

Chorus: Thurro
I got problems that I'm trying to fix
A couple obstacles in my mix
I got problems that I'm trying to solve
A few issues I gotta resolve
(x2)
Verse 3: Thurro
A grown man but goddamn I wish I was a kid again
Running around hyped up needing Ritalin
Nowadays ain't such things as gentlemen
We're thugged out, hoodied up, and Timberlands
And Air Ones, scarred to kick a fair one so they carry guns
Quick to burry sons of mother's children who are growing up too fast
But the social worker says we can't whip their ass
Yes, music videos got 'um gassed
Scarred of the future the presents nothing like the past
Got problems can't let them stress me
Keep praying to my god hope you bless me
When them times get messy
Road get dark and I can't see the light
I got to stay focused keep my mind frame tight
Avoiding the potholes on this road called life

Chorus: Thurro
I got problems that I'm trying to fix
A couple obstacles in my mix
I got problems that I'm trying to solve
A few issues I gotta resolve
(x2)