Problems

By Marcus Raps

Released on January 11, 2019

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I be on the way up

Some of yall are still hatin

Every night we stayed up

Workin patient in the basement

You ain't in the conversation

You ain't on my elevation

928 we steady racin

Put your verses in the pavement

Do it like me

Nah

You can't do it like me

And youll never buy me

So dont fuckin try me

With my gang beside me

And youre prolly never gonna measure up

Dont matter what it is

What it ain't

What it was

You was in the club you was lookin for some drugs

Always talkin shit but you'll never drive up

Boy you better wise up

You dont want these problems

I dont wanna talk

Cuz youre lackin knowledge

Talkin bout poppin bottles fuckin models

But we know you ain't about it

Hittin licks flippin bricks

But we know you ain't about it

Dont you ever fuck with me cuz im comin with the mother fuckin clique

And if you take it that far then we comin with the mother fuckin stick

Mother fuckin quick

Verses so slick make you mother fuckers sick

When i pull up man you know what it is

Put ya pen down imma make you my kid

Kamikaze on the beat

Abstrakt in the booth

Roll up my rhymes and i lace em with the truth

Stay old school but i represent the youth

I dont do it for the hype but i do it for the thrill

Feed me any beat and you know im gonna kill

I just wanna get my mom a house on a hill

I just wanna make sure she never pops pills

Fuck all the party shit i just wanna chill

You dont want these problems

I dont wanna talk

Youre lackin knowledge

Talkin bout

Diamond chains and private planes but we know you ain't about it

Bloods and crips foreign whips but we know you ain't about it yuh

If you from the 928 put ya middle finger up in the sky

And if you wanna come at me then you better off to just stop tryin

Start complyin

Think you better than me well bitch stop lyin

Wash you on the beat then i leave you out to dry

What you gon do when the beat gets to fryin

What you gon do when ya lil baby cryin

And ya run around the streets to find ya home boy dyin

They tryna see a young bruh silent

Cuz they dont wanna see a brotha shinin

Still tryna focus on my climbin

You ain't ever seen nobody grindin

I dont wanna hear nobody chime in

If im ever down im still fightin

Yuh

Poppin bottles fuckin models

Hittin licks flippin bricks