20 of the Best Lyrics From Problem’s ‘Selfish’ Album

"From Industry walls to eye level with Glocks/Survived time after time like watchers chasing the clock Chachi/Still standing still 3-5-4 banging/’Til my numbers in the rafters, look at 3-5-4 hanging/Fo' I’m done I'ma have the world, 3-5-4 banging/Bad bitches round L.A., better 3-5-4 banged it"

"Yeah, dick swinging on another level/Y'all niggas angels acting like the fucking devil/Had some deals on the table but I backed out/Counted mills on the table fo' I plaqued out/Had a three-way with your girl, yeah, we maxed out/But I don’t remember shit bro', I blacked out"

"Don’t make a nigga count a hunnid thousand dollas/Don’t make me start fucking niggas hoes again/Don’t make me start running up on niggas with mirrors/Makin' it easy for niggas to see how hoe they is/I ain’t playin' I like niggas for no rap verse/And I ain’t playing like I like you niggas for some rap verse/Must I remind you niggas, I was in the trap first/And I ain’t get thrown a beat,
boy, I pushed sacks first"

"Chachi, Diamond Lane, 354 though/West side Compton East Side war zone/You know that city split where that 110 sit/My niggas on 10, we done drunk 10 fifths/Chachi what you want, they just gotta know/Still deliver P's, call me Dominos/No soccer, but I done hit a lot of goals/Your favorite bitch, bro, I done hit a lot of those"

"Heard the street been sayin' something what the fuck they talkin'/There'll be no verbal responses, we just get to chalkin'/Hit the vape, then yellow tape it, so proceed with caution/Hit your gym with lil' shooters, but ain't talkin' Boston/But I got a bird with me, bruh, we fly as hell/Keep them gunners but I'm down to let them fly as well/Didn't like the number so i changed my clientele/Lawyer with the ball, but never let my clients tell"

"Yea, life is like a box of chocolates/No Life is like a box of options/Would be further, but I got a conscious, you know that fuck shit I ain't gettin' with/Compton's Peter Pan on his nigga shit/Bruh, I see you shining, Snapchattin' form your nigga shit/You ain't got no hoes cause you too busy riding niggas dick"

"First off, take your top off/Too real to be knocked off/$200 slides, my socks off/It's movie time, I'm box office/With or without the watch flossin'/Be cautious, no losses taken this year/They always thought we'd have a problem making it here" - Problem

"I'm first class fly, ring the school bell/Hammer on the waist, no tool belt/Smokin' weed with a dime, straight relaxin'/Bet I have her ass comin' in five like a Jackson/Quentin Tarantino with the action/Every day's a flick, in your hood, post it like a pic, nigga no captions" - Problem

"Baby ride with me ’cause I know things/Kiss her from clit to her nose ring/Her man come around I don't know shit/’Cause if I say something I'd be on some hoe shit/Baby on my line baby on my line/Gripping on that ass cause that ass is mine/Nigga run up on me I won't back down/Thought I was alone, now he packed out" - Problem

"I came back with some better rhymes/Bigger name, bigger chain and better ride/As I operate the enterprise/Real nigga first mil you re-energize/Fake gone, real finna rise/Niggas wouldn't believe all the bad bitches I done been inside/Beating the odds ain't a bigger prize/Kill me off ’Fore I live a lie" Nipsey Hussle and Problem

"My phone won't stop ringing, Fat T keep on hitting/The homie just got his head knocked off on Central/To us that's fucked up to the opps that's a victory/Fifteen years later still fuck with me mentally/Won't let it get to me (roll up)/The weed it be fixing me off of six O's like what Biggie and Nipsey be/Let me break it up, life like dice, time to shake it up" - Iamsu!

"Let me let me loose/Throwing fingers out the roof motherfuck a truce/HBK diamond lane we hit our squad goals/Don't need you niggas for nothing as far as our squad goes/In that pussy diving deep no goggles/Chachi Paparazzi count a million with his eyes closed/Bad lucc, Kool John, P-Lo, Sage the Gemini/Cali outcast so let's drop a fucking ’Quemini" - Problem

"Drop this shit and kill these niggas like it's genocide/Never ill-advised please respect my business mind/’Cause all this shit pimping to me/This rap game only thing I see different is me/And I don't talk dawg I just go Nike on a nigga/Ask ’Su he done see me go hyphy on a nigga/It's the crew, never catch us with our hands out only bands out/See us coming pull ’em cams out" - Problem

"Got down over a pistol, shit just came up missing/Knocked *beep* out, was just me and him in the kitchen/We locked in, he got me, it was heavy/In it for the long haul, but I wasn't ready for them tactics/Thought he did me greasy as chap stick/Did our thing then we talked, yea on some man shit/Responsibility, I was never enhanced with/You here to hold it down, nigga, that's it" - Problem

"I ain't been the same since my first child/The tears piled as I tried/Fifteen years later last week I just cried thinkin' about the future/How my daughter gonna think kamasutra's the way/Because the father way never tell her what to say or what to do" - Problem

"Boy realize you blessed/Not many made was able to survive them test/You know how many jealous I supplied with less/I know how when you when your name collide you stressed/That's why you keep shinin' you survived the best/You clean shit up, yea defied the mess/For those that ain't got it you provide the rest/Life's a bitch so what you menage the rest" - Problem

"Linda, Keisha, Michelle and Donna/Got a bag for Monique, a bag for Fonna/I got a bag for Dolce, bag for Ronda/Bag for CeCe, a bag for Vonda/Got a bag for Mani, bag for Deb/I got a bag for celebs, got a bag for Eb/I got a bag for more, a bag for love/Got a bag to show so I can bag some more" - Bad Lucc

"Something like a stranger/Long time no see/I've been in a film or two/But it's you that's acting Hollywood lately/I've been watching from a distance/Yeah you poppin' in your snaps and on IG/See you livin' life but girl it's been a minute/Since you checked up on me" - Ne-Yo

"Sometimes I wake up in cold sweats/Nightmares crowding my nights filling regrets/Of my, past decisions, past decisions with women/Fast decisions, I smashed the, smashed to the clinic/Trails of spirits, prettier than dandelions/Unborn born kids of mine, yelling out Daddy why/Why, why couldn't make it through/And what was special about the other two"

"God, I'm seeing where I went wrong/Am I being punished for everything that I did wrong/Staring at my son's neck, tryin' to put this bib on/Over the tube that he breathing through/Lookin' back up, knowing I believe in you/And yeah, I'm thankful for the blessings I receive from you/I give ’em all back, for that fucking breathing tube"