Problems - Intellectual

Verse 1 (G-Up)

I was fallin' off, but I'll pick it back

And you're on my jack like a piggyback

All my songs are whack, but I'm dealin' that

No responses back is how I proved the tracks

Sure, you could say that they just were not feelin' it

My head's at the roof and the ceilin's not raisin' yet

I could cut you three corners and you still see amaze in it

I'm lovin' my life while these hicks die

This is off the dome, like a freestyle

Like I'm in beast mode with a chick that's old

I will crack the code with a figure mold

What's a song you know? Yeah, I know I owe

But I'm 3 to 0, so if you wanna go, let's fuckin' go

I can switch the flows like I switch the hoes

Sike

I'm only fuckin' with one, we are broken apart but you know we'll go on

She's the only girl that I want

I won't call her a bitch, cause she's the queen that I want

Only one that I want

If you wantin' this problem, then send me a track

I'll run laps around it then point, and laugh

I will tell you it's trash and then watch you get mad

Watch you start threats while I just go sit back

Cause if you aim at my fort, I'm takin' yours down

Standin' inside, watchin' the walls around

Crumble inside, while I hope that you die

Shoulda thought about this while decidin' a side

I ain't droppin' no names, but I'm laughin' in vain

Cause those tracks I create start causing you pain

If I ain't prove I have it, that's proof you're insane

B-Mike, show that hook you create

Hook (B-Mike)

You don't want no problems (you don't want no problems)

You don't wanna go that route with me

Cause I problem we can solve 'em (promise we can solve 'em)

I feel the fucking rage oozin' out of me

You wouldn't wanna die tonight (you wouldn't wanna die nigga)

I put that on my life one time (put that on my mothafuckin' life nigga)

Verse 2 (G-Up)

You started this problem but you askin' to squash it

Funny how it goes when you lyrically squash 'em

I write down one rap and it's a wrap and I'm watchin'

These lyrics get crafted like a wrap or a stocking

Man this shit's poppin' off, just admit that it's poppin'

I tell her my name, she goes up Marry Poppins

If I'm thinkin' of rhymes than I don't show no stoppin'

If you're a hater, get mad, cause this shit just ain't floppin'

How I go Gold twice, but I'm still broke?

Like my dinner is dollar store Mentos

Gonna get rich one day, watch me bend flows

I took Xannies but stayed away from Benzos

I'm cookin' this flame like an arsonist

And yeah, it sounds weird, I'm an artist, miss

No one is leaving till you are dismissed

Or you'll get beheaded by Bianca Devins, shit

I'm sorry, I really don't mean no offense

Oh, we're cancelling me? Get the pickets and tents

Someone get a camera, this could get real intense

Get it? "In-tents", I won't do it again

I'm writing while shitting, and the toilets the mic

And if anyone heard, you don't fuck with B-Mike

He'll whoop your ass with outstanding might

You'll be covered in dust rapping to "Day-N-Nite"

I'll give you two songs so you won't leave here sad

I'll try writing more the next chance that I have

Wait? Did you hear 'bout the problems I had?

They're all with you, it's lunchtime, you're the snack

I've been solidified since I was xanned out

The sun is up when the mood was out

I need a fresh start, man fuck feelings