Problems

I took the shades off
Now I'm seeing things clearly homie no days off
I took the shades off
Know some people at home don't want me to take off
But I been gone
I was holding on to the past for so long
I took the shades off
SMB in that AMG, homie take off
I was down bad, got my groove back
Fuck a fake friend, where the Crew at
Negativity, I don't do that
Stay away from me, I am too blessed
God is too good and y'all boys are too stressed
Pay for y'all mental although I can't prove it
Kill em with kindness cause I'm an influence
If you see me wasted in public I'm human

Oh, you got problems? Welcome to the club
Oh, you got problems? Whatchu want a hug
Oh, you got problems? Think you need some love
We all got problems. Whatchu fussing for
Oh, you got problems? Welcome to the club
Oh, you got problems? Whatchu want a hug
Oh, you got problems? Think you need some love
We all got problems. Whatchu fussing for

I make it sound good
I make it look sweet
I'll let my followers tell my story and not speak
Yo, I was 16, I had some big dreams
I never was the most talented at all things
So, don't call on me
Like you believe in me
First you doubted me
Now you in need of me
Oh, yeah, one more time
Thanks for the memories

Oh, you got problems? Welcome to the club
Oh, you got problems? Whatchu want a hug
Oh, you got problems? Think you need some love
We all got problems, whatchu fussing for
Oh, you got problems? Welcome to the club
Oh, you got problems? Whatchu want a hug
Oh, you got problems? Think you need some love
We all got problems, whatchu fussing for
Oh, Shit



Credits
Writer(s): Braheem Crews
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