Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bout Mine, artist - Problem. Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bout Mine |
| Nor do I care, though |
| Check it from the hood aye |
| Yea |
| Hah |
| What the hood think about me now? |
| Yea |
| Uh |
| Yeah, I’m on my shit, did it big for the town I rep |
| Daddy came real big, taking no half steps |
| Seen my nigga Bird and always 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 nigga, just play it smooth |
| The perks of getting it, getting it, big win |
| Supersedes a gang of things that you could lose |
| Fuck it, you gotta do it, riding 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 niggas, Tommy Hilfiger |
| This the life and the times of a real nigga |
| Tours, no layover, baby, I ain’t lying |
| Pussy, I’m K-9ing |
| Been through too much to be silent, fuck it |
| I’m about mine |
| I’m a get mines off, for real |
| Yeah, I’m about mine |
| So let me get mines off, for real |
| I was taught to keep it real, nigga |
| But in this game, real don’t get to win |
| So fuck having fits, nigga |
| And stop worrying about drowning before you get to swim |
| Life lesson: money’s the daily cycle, get your bike lesson |
| Don’t know how good you are till you apply pressure |
| Word to that other Rollie sitting 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 motherfucking tinfoil? |
| Come on, yeah |
| I’m about mine |
| I’m a get mines off, for real |
| Yeah, I’m about mine |
| So let me get mines off, for real |
| Nigga, I made it with my own two hands |
| Took a step back for a sec to see what I created |
| Nigga, you hating 'cause my car cost more than your car |
| And I’ve got more parked where my estate is |
| Shake hands with rich niggas 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, niggas 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 |
| Yeah, I’m about mine |
| I’m a get mines off, for real |
| Yeah, I’m about mine |
| So let me get mines off, for real |