(Verse 1)

Look at the way I juggle flow

This flow drip drop like bloody nose

Ain’t nobody in the city comin’ close

I’m openin’ up these double doors

Make way for Tha Character, please

Please drop down on knees, count to three

Honor me, utmost re-spect is the policy

Vodka with the sprite, everything will be alright

Mix that with the freestyles, what a wonderful night, haha

I - gotta be the one the tell a motherfucker that I got a flow with a red dot

I don’t even gotta make it to the hook, man, cuz I know that I’m makin’ yo’ head bop

All I ever do is what I ever did, and what I ever did was practice, man

Ever since lemonade stand, it was straight A’s, man, but I had that back up plan

The backup plan was to rap, but the introvert won’t adapt

So here I am in the studio with the plan A on track

And even though I’m so dope, and even though I’m blowin’ smoke

I got a weak ass spinal cord and my office chair been breakin’ my back

(Hook)

I got back problems, I got back problems

(Nervous, nervous)

I got back problems, I got back problems

(Nervous, nervous)

I got back problems, I got back problems

(Nervous, nervous)

Lettin’ rap solve ‘em, lettin’ rap solve ‘em

(Nervous, nervous)

(Verse 2)

Eee, lyrically killin’ these beats has been my Prozac (pop ‘em)

Neighborhood, Bus Stops, Art Exhibit, I throw ‘em back (with Jack Fire)

All I ever really cared about is where my flow is at

Catch me in my office chair writin’ bars in there

Cuz I embody hip-hop, I leave my work, then flip flop

I hit the booth in Reeboks, I’m kickin’ my soul into gear

Plan B’s a whole new career, Plan A is over this year

I’ll jump right over my fear, I’m makin’ it known that I’m here

My ‘44 focus is clear, I got Jack holdin’ my beer

You say the goat in the mirror, 3 times, my ghost would appear

I drop that holy, that higher power, that luxury

I bring the lyrics back to let ‘em know they shouldn’t fuck wit me

(Hook)

Bring it back problems, bring it back problems

(circle, circle)

Bring it back problems, bring it back problems

(circle, circle)

Bring it back problems, bring it back problems

(circle, circle)

Lettin’ rap solve ‘em, lettin’ rap solve ‘em

(perfect circle)

(Verse 3)

The honest dude in the solitude with the hollow mood gon’ swallow you

I got the tunes like Bonnaroo, I’m tropical, but I’m popsicle

Yeah, I’m volatile, but I’m absolute, I’m everything I wanna b

No record label, I’m independent, I’m olly-olly-oxen free

Dedicated, medicated, elevated, I demonstrate it

I bought the house, then renovated

Bought the couch but I’m never layin’

I’m up at the crack of dawn, don’t matter which track I’m on

I’m rippin’ the rhythm and syllables to the point they cannot rap along, sorry

I don’t got the diamonds, no I don’t got the icy necklace

I just been supplyin’ the rhyme, my style is cryogenics

Hip-Hop’s heir to the throne leave you lyin’ breathless

I Am Legend, maybach engine firin’ through my biometrics

(Hook)

Oh, Maybach problems, oh, Maybach problems

(swerve it, swerve it)

Oh, Maybach problems, oh, Maybach problems

(swerve it, swerve it)

Oh, Maybach problems, oh, Maybach problems

(swerve it, swerve it)

Oh, Maybach problems, oh, Maybach problems

(swerve it, swerve it)