[Intro]

You was my sun, you was my moon, you was my rock

I gave you style, I gave you up, I gave you mox—y

And now you with this square ass nigga who is not me

Imma stunt so fuckin' hard you gon have to block me

[Verse 1]

I always cared about ya, can’t say that I didn’t

We did each other things that nobody should ever witness

We should’ve built friendship instead of building all these fences

We could’ve seen the glitter instead of seeing indifference

Are we really different cause we wanting the same

Two fully loaded hand pistols all pointing with blame

I feel thе energy drip drain right off of my main

But let you tеll for yourself, I bet you voicing the same

No you can’t come around the spot

If I’m there or if I’m not

You can lead a hoe to something

They gon find a way to flock

[Pre-Chorus]

Can’t believe a single word

It’ll leave you stuck in knots

That’s why I look up at the ceiling

With this one less problem now

[Chorus]

99 problems got my head up to the ceiling

Cut my phone off your ringtone don’t wanna hear it

I’m in need of something that’s gonna help me raise my spirits

I get up in my feelings when I get to reminiscing

You was my sun, you was my moon, you was my rock

I gave you style, I gave you up, I gave you mox—y

And now you with this square ass nigga who is not me

Imma stunt so hard that you gon have to fuckin block me

You was my sun, you was my moon, you was my rock

I gave you style I gave you up I gave you mox—y

And now you with this square ass nigga who is not me

Imma stunt so hard that you gon have to fuckin block me

[Verse 2]

You always stayed up in my mix

Made it hard for me to vent

Always stayed around some shit, you wasn’t hard for me to get

Should’ve thought about that shit

Long and hard before I blitzed

But I got a hard head

Hard like marble in a sense

Smoke a blunt a day it keep a hoe away

Hating hoes never go away

They like some throwaways

That’s why I had to go so far away to make some grown mistakes

Fuck up my life I’m talking broad day

You got some awful taste

Look

[Bridge]

So no more kiss me thru the phone

No more coming to my home

I left a mark on yo whole life

But you just had to do me wrong

Can’t believe a single word

It’ll leave you stuck in knots

That’s why I look up at the ceiling

With this one less problem now so I'm

[Chorus]

99 problems got my head up to the ceiling

Cut my phone off your ringtone don’t wanna hear it

I’m in need of something that’s gonna help me raise my spirits

I get up in my feelings when I get to reminiscing

You was my sun, you was my moon, you was my rock

I gave you style, I gave you up, I gave you mox—y

And now you with this square ass nigga who is not me

Imma stunt so hard that you gon have to fuckin block me