Problems ft. GAWNE Lyrics

You really got problems, can't solve them

Not me stop calling, I'm ballin

You really got problems, can't solve them

I ain't got no time for no bull shit

You got issues not even dissing

Matter of fact the whole subscription

Popping your top like a prescription

And I'm confused like something's missing

Sitting at home

All by my own

Checking my phone

Problems don't know

Don't know what you want me to do

I'm chillin with nothing to do

Just know I'll retaliate too

But I'll do what you do times two

You can't compare we're not the same

You're all bark I spit flames

I'm big gains you big lame

I'm 2 Chainz your no name

Your Advil I'm cocaine

I'll explain on a whole page

I can do this all day

But all day you complain

You act like I won't put my tongue in your bitch

Beefing with me doesn't make any sense

I do what I do and I'm sounding obsessed

So I do what I gotta till I am the best

I'm big boss like Wilson Fisk

If you talk shit then get hit

I'm watching like this wrist

I'm clocked in like two shifts

Since lock down been locked in

You not it I'm top ten

I got this I'm God-sent

Your stopping I'm starting

You really got problems, can't solve them

Not me stop calling, I'm ballin

You really got problems, can't solve them

I ain't got no time for no bull shit

I got no time for the bullshit

We got a problem?

My trigger finger finna hitchya with a fuckin' full clip

Used to get beat up in school by the older kids

So I put all of their names on my bulletin board

And I swore that one day I'd be pulling in more

Fucking money than all of you chauvinist maggots

Who thinking they better than me

Evidently you're not in my league

When you go against me you will see I'm a Dobermann

Pinscher, you witnessing infinite wit

When I spit this shit with a bit of that wickedness

Shit, I'm just smokin' this beat like it's Indica, I

Been on my grind

Kill every syllable leaving em' dying.

Fuck I gotta do to prove to all of you I'm not a man

I'm made of fuckin' Iron

Spit fire as I hip fire

And declare war

Airborne out the night sky

Like Saddam I will let a bomb fly

Out the confines of my dark mind

Got my heart on my sleeve bitch

These hard times made me sick

But I evicted my demons

Oh gee, now read it and weep kids

A dying breed…

Is what I been trying to be

You know the irony is that I can finally see that you lied to me

I tried to be diplomatic but shit I've had it

Nothings gettin' solved

You want a problem?

Well now you have one…

You really got problems, can't solve them

Not me stop calling, I'm ballin

You really got problems, can't solve them

I ain't got no time for no bull shit