[Verse 1: Problem]
Yeah, I’m on my shit
Did it big for the town I rep
Daddy came real big, takin’ no half-steps
Seen my n***a Bird and those pull up in that Lex
And I thought to myself: “fuck that, I’m next”
I’ve gotta get out of here and just move
No matter your thoughts on a n***a, just play it smooth
The perks of getting it, getting it big win
Supersedes the gang of things that you could lose
Fuck it, you gotta do it
Ridin’ with packets up in the Buick
Real when I talk, you feel it all in the music
She pop it in my face, she do it for my amusement
Fall in drunk, wake up my girl to get to accusing
I hate y’all n***as, Tommy Hilfiger
This the life and the times of a real n***a
Tours, no layover, baby, I ain’t lying
Pussy, I’m canining
Been through too much to be silent, fuck it

[Chorus: Problem]
I’m about mine
I’mma get mines off, for real
Yeah, I’m about mine
So let me get mines off, for real
[Verse 2: Problem]
I was taught to keep it real, n***a
But in this game, real don’t get the win
So fuck havin’ fits, n***a
And stop worrying about drowning before you get to swim
Life lesson: money’s a daily cycle, get your bike lesson
Don’t know how good you are ’til you apply pressure
Word to that other Rollie sittin’ in my dresser
Where the ratchets
That love to cum to my songs on their mattress?
Where the D-Boys
That got off on their ma’fuckin’ tinfoil
Come on, yeah

[Chorus: Problem]
I’m about mine
I’mma get mines off, for real
Yeah, I’m about mine
So let me get mines off, for real

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
N***a, I made it with my own two hands
Took a step back for a sec to see what I created
N***a, you hatin’ ’cause my car cost more than your car
And I’ve got more parked where my estate is
Shake hands with rich n***as and they all call me fam’
‘Cause when you rich, then you all related
It’s like organized crime, I get more than sky high
You wanna smoke? I can orchestrate it
Just a couple years back, n***as said I wasn’t rap
‘Cause they thought that I was dressing funny
Fast forward up to now, I’ve got money by the pound
Uncle Ice, you can smell the money
[Chorus: Problem]
I’m about mine
I’mma get mines off, for real
Yeah, I’m about mine
So let me get mines off, for real