Problems ft. Symz Lyrics

I dedicate this to my grandma

Who made it from Guyana

Surviving in America and speaking broken grammar to a grandson with a mission

Fuel by the ambition till I'm flying but they check me like I'm conducting some terrorism

A born citizen

But doesn't matter cuz they looking at the pigment they wonder what religion is he studying huh

Well...salam alaikum

I wish em peace and even smile at em with missing teeth

Been given grief but now I'm leaving peeps in disbelief

With the presence man I might as well be santa

An outkast from Atlanta

Or a lion out of Africa

Hunting in the savannas

I'm hungry for the answer and I bet you know the question

Like why the fuck we here and everybody fucking guessing

Christians say it's Jesus

Muslims say Muhammad

I'm just giving gratitude I promise to pay homage

If life can be Bahamas everywhere then fuck a dollar

They be steady paying ballers while they shitting on our scholars go ahead and pop a bottle

College ain't the model we don't gotta fucking follow we just young and mogul minded

That's the motherfucking motto

Yes we got a problem

We just go where the wind blows

So how we gonna stop them

Telling us lies right in front of our eyes

And all we do is watch them

We gotta wake up why we sleeping so much

Yo we gotta survive

Stay alive yea

Saving up for my tomorrows

Reflecting on my yesterday

Smiling through the sorrows

Cannot let the present get away

While looking for better rate

With interest they fucking me

Cannot help a brother why should I support your company

Why these hoes down to die and claiming that they loving me

Wait a couple weeks and now they done with me so suddenly

I guess they wanna comfortably

Work a fucking dead to end and I ain't down for settlements unless its reparations

Emphasize my words my lyrics filled with exclamations

They asked me why you angry all you need is medication

President investigations fuck an explanation

I remember they made fun of me, Now they wanna fuck me, they couldn't even fuck with me

It's just a bunch of fuckery, you better bring your cutlery

A chef up in the studio ain't country but I'm cutting beats

God keep me sucker free

Bless me with integrity and wisdom for the luxury cuz

Yes we got a problem

We just go where the wind blows

So how we gonna stop them

Telling us lies right in front of our eyes

And all we do is watch them

We gotta wake up why we sleeping so much

Yo we gotta survive

Stay alive yea

Focused and I'm selfish

Gotta make self right

I call it being righteous on the mic, no exception

Giving no attention even though a hoe is texting

Devil on my shoulder go ahead and send a message

Back to being to selfish ain't nobody helping me

I vote Obama now the karma got us white supremacy

That even white people agree

So I viva la vida my family bon appetit

Mi fadda tell me go deep

Deeper then marijuana and opium poppy seeds

Hallucinating on shit you probably never would see

I gotta take it slow cuz god got it for me

Even though negativity is all around me I see

Yes we got a problem

We just go where the wind blows

So how we gonna stop them

Telling us lies right in front of our eyes

And all we do is watch them

We gotta wake up why we sleeping so much

Yo we gotta survive

Stay alive yea