Lyrics Eli Sostre – New Problems

Bitch, I got so many problems
Ride with my dawgs so I don’t gotta solve ’em myself
They keep me protected, you know that I gotcha, ride with my shottas
Tell me it’s not then I don’t even want ya, you want a sponsor

Keep the Glock by the stash
Like a bitch with some ass
Now her titties on flash
So much feelings you mask
Fuck it, I’m good
She took me back to the hood
Told her I’d make it again
Callin’ that shit, understood
Pull up in the latest Benz
Fuck it, I put that on hood
Fuck that, I put that on Marcy
Pull up on me try to shoot me like Suge
Woke up today feeling good
Bitch, I feel great, ayy
I take a eight to the face (Yeah), feelings erased
Fuckin’ your plans up
I got my cash up
I got these racks up
Tell that bitch back up
I need some more bucks
She wanna fuck, fuck
I got these racks up

Bitch, I got so many problems
Ride with my dawgs so I don’t gotta solve ’em myself
They keep me protected, you know that I gotcha, ride with my shottas
Tell me it’s not then I don’t even want ya, you want a sponsor
Came from the block where they don’t forget us, we was dyin’ for cheddar
Dyin’ for green and lettuce together, we would ride together
Used to say «I’ma be rich or be dead», now we fly together
Oh, I heard I got beef in the streets, got a brand new—

How did that start? Did one day he just came home with the keyboard?
Or one day you just heard music blastin’? (Not one day)
Logan was doing something on the computer with music
And he used to sit with his brother
And watch and learn? (He’d been)
You know, they used to hang out
And then they started singin’ together, like rappin’ together
Writing lyrics, he’ll write some lyrics, he’ll write some lyrics
And that’s how it started, that’s how he started, from his brother
‘Cause his brother was into it