Houston (We Have A Problem)

Houston, we have a problem

I done had two classmates die from fentanyl, yeah we got a problem,

I done had two classmates die with money, robbin', we got a problem,

Few of my favorite rappers, they done died from sippin' drank, they was lickin' the bottle,

You got a problem with me, pull up the southside, Scott is the block

And we goin' dumb, nah, the gun is a drum line with a short kick

Call it a onside, but this one you can't recover,

Four hundred years being a slave

Blacks will never recover,

Django, two guns in both hands, make em aim together,

You and your bitch gon' be lame together, how you gon' shame the devil,

Jesus walks in, I'm on his side, it look like we came together,