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