problems

By atlas

On skeletons

Released on October 1, 2016

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[Verse 1: atlas]

Yo

Look pussy

You don't want no problem

You don't want no problem

Bet that I can solve em get up in my city

I'ma find a way, I'ma find a way

I been grinding every single day

You motherfuckers backwards, all so retrograde

I been mobbin mobbin since the second grade

Got a new home, gotta renovate

You been wit' your parents tryna rent a place

I'm all about the business so I'm getting paid and I

Take a breath as when I write a rap is like am making meth

Get your lady sexed, if you ain't impressed

On Verizon ship as all I make is checks

Got a little cess with some Hindi necks

Full of pretty bitches in my limo stretch

Saw these rappers talking like they can't compete us

In our standard [feat but you?] choose the second best

If you next to me upon the pedestal

You can bet yourself it's all you'll ever be

Me and Crosby always got the hardest bars

Still we whip em up without a recipe

And all these labels trying to invest in me

But their signing bonus get an X from me

All my exes must admit they kinda mad we done

Cus' I been rapping son and they been flexing grace

Got a couple dollars and an ugly ass boyfriend


[Verse 2: Crosby]

Look nigga

You don't want no problem

You don't want no problem

Hate to have to solve it

Fate is what they call it in the grey Impala

Banging Tame Impala

Pays to be a scholar, mama told me finish college

But I saw dollars in the product, really?

Competition I ain't seen it lately, Yeah you niggas talking

But we see you fakin'

Imma be the greatest you just be the latest

I just get creative then I see the payment

Yo

Nigga get out of my face, nigga surrounding the place

Ya

Mind has been cloudy for days, making a thousand a day

Ya

Bitches get pounded away, apartment is crowded with haze

Ya

Livin' like it never matter for lately we all up on the platter, this lavish

Niggas claiming they the baddest, I had it

Crowds rappin niggas scattin' the chatter

Ceased to exist, G on the wrist

Double that on my bitch for a treat to the rits

Lord forgive me for the weed in my piss

With it stored up in me put you deep in the abyss

Award acclaiming rolling deep in the Styx

With a horde of centuries tryna reach to the cliques if you want