Problem Lyrics

Coming from the bottom

As a jit had family drama

I don't never really talk bout' my problems

I'm mixing soap with hell of water

Never really seen my father

Fuck it that shit dead just like a fucking possum

But it's all good

Real niggas on my team

Try to stop the motion, u getting blocked

Good screen

Ain't shit sweet

It's not vanilla ice cream

I put that shit right on my brother

The one who taught me how to shuffle

The one who used to beat my ass

But taught a nigga how to scuffle

That nigga showed me how to hoop

Swear he was always in his duffle

Every time I used to ask

He always split the bag of ruffles

When I got the news

It mad my eyes red, nose snuffle

(Damn)

My heart was hanging from a rope

That's why a nigga filling up his lungs wit hell of smoke

I can't believe this shit I'm up in space like horoscope

(If you gone be my lady)

Just know this how a real nigga cope

(Girl)

Coming from the bottom

As a jit had family drama

I don't never really talk bout' my problems

I'm mixing soap with hell of water

Never really seen my father

Fuck it that shit dead just like a fucking possum