First World Problems - Intellectual

[Verse 1: SaeMonae]

We complaining about these cracks in these roads in these streets

When our future barely got enough food to eat

Now that’s food for thought

Materials come and go

But this life is all we got

But we focused on the trends

Who’s hot and who’s not

As my heart beats through my chest

My hands together praying on my knees as I rest

Praying that the lord come take me away

From this scary scary place

Everyday I get closer and closer to being insane

Yet they telling me that I’m the problem

That I ain't never gonna solve it

Cops picking fights like who we gonna brawl with

The citizens is who they don’t wanna go to war with

We put our hands up but it’s bullets that we fall with

So stop complaining about your cracked screens

There’s babies out here losing their lives to crack dreams

While we weeping over someone else’s fruit of labor

We the one’s with the money shelter and the paper

What do you do when it’s too late to pray to your savior

I guess we’ll push it to the side and deal with it later

[Chorus: SaeMonae and A.S.H.E.S. The Chosen]

First World Problems (x2)

No Gas in the tank

We third world callin’

First world problems (x2)

No money in the bank

We third world ballin’

[Verse 2: A.S.H.E.S the CHOSEN]

Tell Jesus pick up his phone…

I’m in the studio

Gettin’ in my zone

(Hello?)

I been all over the world wit it (*echo - world wit it)

They stories made up

Cover Girl wit it (girl wit it)

Don’t let ‘em fool you

They absurd wit it

Brothas section on some take over the world shit

(Look, Nigga) I don’t like shit…

Yep, I’m on my Earl shit

Ain’t nothing odd in my future nigga

Cuz I earned it

Gettin drunk wit a gypsy as she kiss me on my cheeks

More afraid of polices then the leeches in these streets

Pastor walkin’ past us need to practice what he preach

Got the whole thang backwards

He react to what he see

Like the Slavemaster

White Jesus lookin’ at ya'

Lookin’ like the crooked coper

Send me to my grave faster

Mr. Holier-than-Thou

(Who)Tell me how I pray matter

Is the one defending’ cops as he watch our brain splatter

Like that…

Yeah...Like that

I took some time off

But a nigga right back

A million public opinions from all fuckin these minions

All I hear is granny wisdom tellin me to just rap