Problem Lyrics

A lot of this shit requires work and a fuck ton of luck

Not every nigga gonna make it to putting his pops in a truck

I don't even know if I'ma make it, am I doing enough

I'm not doubting myself, I'm basically saying you niggas is done

I'ma go tit-for-tat with myself

I do not care for you niggas a bit

Compare, where, you not making a list

With a lisp, niggas barely could spit

None of you really excite me

I do not fuck with you high key

Now all of you willing to fight me

Niggas be taking me lightly

All of that babbling got you confused

Talking money but you rocking my shoes

Acting funny for a couple of views

Keep it coming 'cause you losing the fuse

Up to something I might press a button that'a get my brother up and ready to shoot

Stop the fronting you ain't dumping nothing

I'ma pull up stunting then I walk in the booth

I am a problem

Haters been sleeping too much

I had enough

I get to waking em' up

Waking em' up

I get to waking em' up

Waking em' up

I get to waking em' up

I talk true to alleviate

This shit that I do is a piece of cake

It's sick, I'm at you with a sneezing face

Bless me like Jesus, don't hate the race

The game I'm in don't need to sprint

Watch T get mobile 'cause he came to win

I be sipping on juice but I hate the gin

Then I blow when I pull this pin

This shit is too easy but maybe I really be reaching

I be saying this shit thinking it's hot but maybe it's freezing

Maybe I'm tweaking

Maybe I'm really a demon

Maybe whenever I rap these niggas snore 'cause they really be sleeping

But I know they awake

Most of em' keep it discrete

In public they fake

In private they make it repeat

Don't listen to hate

Nobody giving a treat

You ain't gotta hide nigga keep it a bean

I am a problem

Haters been sleeping too much

I had enough

I get to waking em' up

Waking em' up

I get to waking em' up

Waking em' up

I get to waking em' up

To be honest I don't celebrate wins, I got to admit

I don't want nobody taking a split, these are my chips

Niggas swerving but not catching my drift

The murder weapon is the click of a pen

Every sermon, I'm about serve burn heads

I'm permanent bitch

Right off the bat, I'm sick

Get me a mask to spit like acid flim

This is the graphic shit you witnessing

Critics is mad again

Off of the tip, it's dropping in

Dominance with the blowout win

Light up a spliff, get ya' defense

Watch how you niggas get smoked again

This a lesson with impeccable penmanship

Simple niggas always want to stay tentative

Steady checking like I'm not 'bout to dribble it

Euro-Stepping, you can't double or triple it

Every second with the words I be flipping it

Never letting people skip it or censor it

I'm in to this

Ripping and listening

Never get it, nigga all of you insolent

Told you niggas that

I am a problem

Haters been sleeping too much

I had enough

I get to waking em' up

Waking em' up

I get to waking em' up

Waking em' up

I get to waking em' up