Wid It lyrics

[Chorus: Problem]
Everyday in my life tryna get it
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
Everyday in my life tryna get it
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
Whatever bro I'm still wid it

[Verse 1: Problem]
Half a pill for the turn up
Marijuana aroma, block is hot as Tacoma
Coppers hitting the corner
Baby mama's is texting
Met me a new b*tch now baby mama's is stressing
School and come get the lesson
Thank the Lord for your blessings
Even if you do it bad everyday by is for lessons
Lights, I'm on constant
Flights, cause I'm smoking
Good, yeah I'm living life to the fullest
Yeah I'm the n*gga cause I motherf*ckin chose to be
Now it's finally the way that it's supposed to be
Tread [?] with the bread spend a loaf on me
And b*tch you can't hang unless you buy a gold roll for me
[Chorus: Problem]
Everyday in my life tryna get it
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
Whatever bro I'm still wid it

[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]
Look - I'm focused, hustling til I get death
Chasing after this paper, get to it like I won't get left
Robert with this De Niro like I don't envision sh*t else
Stop it or interrupt it b*tch your ass ain't touching sh*t else
In the streets like a flash light, haters meant that I shine on em
I heart they're taking [?] but they deal em when I put mine on em
Touch down and put that [?] on em
[?], recline on em
[?]b*tch to their checkers, never rush, I take my time on em
I hear they talking down, oddly cause I'm too high above n*ggas
I tell em suck my di*k, no second guessing, ain't no love n*gga Money done ride my di*k, tell em to kiss my ass
And watch me kill em everyday like its my last

[Chorus: Problem]
Everyday in my life tryna get it
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
Everyday I smoke a ciggy [?]
Blessings in the month of Ramadhan
Thousands of people line up just to see a n*gga rhyme
Ball [?], I get lawyer to pay for a n*gga time
Clock in by the hour, guns [?] from powder
Really [?] started ESGN and got n*ggas sour
That b*tch can't come around here
n*ggas just won't allow her
But if I catch her out bet that pus*y gon' get devoured
Pimpin, keep it in me, I keep a cold ass b*tch
Had to cut some n*ggas off, that was on some ho ass sh*t
Hurt my heart, it was some n*ggas I used to throw down with
Now I ain't got sh*t to give they ass but 44 rounds b*tch
Livin my life

[Chorus: Problem]
Everyday in my life tryna get it
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
Whatever bro I'm still wid it
Whatever bro I'm still wid it