Problem Lyrics

Got the mud (piled up)

Got my kin (wild up)

From the trailer, to the woods, always been a (Problem)

Got the haters (lined up)

South side (fired up)

Redneck, too heavy, always been a (problem)

Got the mud (piled up)

Got my kin (wild up)

From the trailer, to the woods, always been a (Problem)

Got the haters (lined up)

South side (fired up)

Redneck, too heavy, always been a (problem)

Bitch get out the way, vamonos

Adios, high an low, with my audio, cuttin' low

That's a blade I'm pullin' out just like a prop that I call a rope

High horse around the credits that you never give to make your role

I'm out of control, I'm letting you know, I'm bringing out, more weight, to the load

Bringin' my kin out, to defend now, scooping everybody on the low

Makin you bounce out, when I upload, like a blind fold, to your dome

Makin it knock knock, till the mic dropped, till I'm comin through speakers right out of your home

I been a problem for too long, it's time to owe me my credit

Some of y'all don't qualify, for higher levels indebted

I've embedded, my roots to connect all my people who set it

Never put myself on top I'm leaving room to excel it

Never selling, I been rebelling, the stream that you fell in

Channeling my inner channel, no remote needs connecting

In the woods with all the brushes, I'm expanding my weapon

The lightning struck and broke it down to pull the weight of a message

Got the mud (piled up)

Got my kin (wild up)

From the trailer, to the woods, always been a (Problem)

Got the haters (lined up)

South side (fired up)

Redneck, too heavy, always been a (problem)

Got the mud (piled up)

Got my kin (wild up)

From the trailer, to the woods, always been a (Problem)

Got the haters (lined up)

South side (fired up)

Redneck, too heavy, always been a (problem)

Kid rock, Bawitdaba how my speakers supplyin

It's buzzing right inside my ears just like the sound of the lighter

I been infused, to light a few, with the south of a fire

On how I cover the southern comfort, to wearing attire

Boots rockin' with muddy denim, with holes in my genes

Got the blues, from Alan Jackson, still not counting the green

Itty bitty, my step they envy, to rinse out the greed

Never worried about a dollar, I got people in need

Tread along, before tailing on, on my trail that my trailers on

Check the timing, I'm takin routes, that's a sound of a tick alone

Taper fade on top of the tip of the lead of a trailer home

Time will tell if you can step along the side of a stepping stone

Got my country attitude cause I can swing right through

Bring my kin out the mud, and never loosing a tune

Always walkin' with the scars, that define who's who

Never bend break or fold, always remember the roots

Got the mud (piled up)

Got my kin (wild up)

From the trailer, to the woods, always been a (Problem)

Got the haters (lined up)

South side (fired up)

Redneck, too heavy, always been a (problem)

Got the mud (piled up)

Got my kin (wild up)

From the trailer, to the woods, always been a (Problem)

Got the haters (lined up)

South side (fired up)

Redneck, too heavy, always been a (problem)