Proof- Promblems
• Written by youngpacalypse
I got 100,000 problems on this f*ckinf test
I know three b*tche Don't care
Beating you up and Killin for some money
I know I came and Slit your throat
When a b*tch is broke
Just Punch his Sleeve
And Punch him and Calm his ready
I don't want to give a f**k about a mother bike
So now three cocky motherf*ckers on the roof
I shot it with my glock and Kill them
I got 100,000 problems and a b*tch ain't one
Now I was Scared of my mom and my mom said hi
No need to check yo self Before yo wreck yo self
When you come and carjack and get killed by the police
I know the fbi kills you he comes and saves us
When a person Comes and Grabs his glock
I grab my tec 9 and shoot his groin
And it's awful but he is my enemy
I was the one who I thought today was a good day
I got 100,000 problems on this test but a b*tch ain't one
So tell me when Tupac was six teen he would met his mom
But he met his mom at two but now I understand that he is deeply
Sorry for what he did don't judge him
I got 900,000 problems on this test but Tupac ain't one of them
Since you blast the raps
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youngpacalypse
Member since April 9 2016