[Hook: Christian Layone]

I got problems! (Uh huh, uh huh, mhm, yeah yeah.)

With an individual without some self-control

I got problems! (Uh huh, uh huh, mhm, yeah yeah.)

With a miserable who can't see my numericals

Aye

[Verse 1: Christian Layone]

Yeah

Joke about me on the IG

Joke about me behind the scenes

Joke about me in your convo

Yet I still talk to you clowns though

All your brothers see my potential

You are the bear and they are the bulls

Bringing the beat to buffoons being bossy

I'm flossin' with flair on the flakes who be flodgin'

You know that I'm poppin'

I converted some haters because of that problem

And your comment won't solve it

I got DMs on DMs and you got a convo

Of tools who love talkin'

But all of you nothin's have only done nothin'

While I have done somethin'

Now listen kid

[Hook: Christian Layone]

I got problems. (Uh huh, uh huh, mhm, yeah yeah.)

With an individual without some self-control

I got problems! (Uh huh, uh huh, mhm, yeah yeah.)

With a miserable who can't see my numericals

[Post-Hook: Christian Layone and Mintymanda]

Quit biting the hand that feeds ya son

Feeds ya son

Don't got time to listen what's behind me

Busy lookin' forward

[Verse 2: Love, Chuck]

I just came through to murder the beat son

Wonder why my crew is different than freshman

Year of the snake back in 2013

Now the fakes fadin' away like Kyrie Irving

I was waitin' on you like there was tables to bus

You were playin' it cool, it went to your head like a bust

I went to a private school, we never just had a bus

So just tell me how you can throw me under the bus

And it feels like we were friends just for convenience

Here's some salt if you were here just for a season

I'm Filipino. Dry skin up to my retinas

So how you flakin' when I'm the one with eczema?

[Bridge: Mintymanda]

Who do you think you are to bring me down?

I'm up way too high

You can't break me down. No

[Verse 3: Christian Layone]

Talk your talk, I'll jab your jaw

And just because I'm a child, don't treat me soft

I got problems with my friends and in my head

So you dare not twist it up

I'm upset

I ain't Drake, I'm Dragon

But a draco might drag me in.

Make you d-d-d-die

Homicide aside, I sigh at the signs that a sidekick might be cyanide

[Interlude: Christian Layone]

Yeah I got problems

Wait you thought I was done?

[Verse 4: Christian Layone]

Nonstop in my shop

There is more where that came from

I'm the boss

Yeah I am yalls

I got probs and you're the cause like Aye

You speak like you think you're all that. Aye

Then speak to the kid with the fans. Aye

You say that "all is love"

Yet all your mocking proves that it is no fact

[Hook 2: Christian Layone]

Yeah I got problems!

With an individual without some self-control

Yeah I got problems!

With a miserable who can't see my numericals

I got problems!

With an individual without some self-control

Yeah I got problems!

With a miserable who can't see my numericals

[Outro: Christian Layone]

Aye, aye, aye, alright, aye, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

If you can't even out-flex my ambitions

Cut your lame, condescending, quote-on-quote roasts, my dude

Like

Whatcha do? Huh? Whatcha do?

Oh yeah

You sit around and watch YouTube all day

Yet your dumb self think you got the right to treat me like I ain't got no talent like

Support the scene bro, support the scene

Show some respect in yo'

IMessage group convos

In your church

And when you're jumpin' in a swimming pool

Cause when I blow up

Don't come at me with your fake

"Oh Christian! I've been rocking with you since day one!"

Cause best believe, you gon' get slapped