Problems

Yeah
Yo this shit's pretty deep so
So listen up close

Listen
Yeah, I'm sitting in the rain
Open up my book
Flip a couple pages
Going through the rhymes
Write a couple new
Going through the times
When I didn't feel like myself
I'm reliving it all again
As I'm
Writing down the album, knowing damn well what's gon' be the outcome
I'm feeling like I need to get shit out my-
System wipe it all clean
I'm kinda on one
A drug that's
Shit still gotta write this part
Yeah
It's funny how we're disconnected what a misconception
If a person can't differentiate if it's an SOS or LOL
Or if it's something funny or a call for help
And then they writing RIP like that'll save a trip to hell!
Shit
I'm a rapper talking bout' the facts, I'm talking about
And that's fact and that's the job that I have been provided
And if you ain't talking real you ain't bout' that life
I'mma listen to your shit and not even smile
Youngin' ever since
Rapping from the fifth
Class and ain't no bitch come close to this kid
You bitches teaching rap to the goddamn principle
Damn invincible I am
Ain't no friends I know
Yeah I'm all alone
Rapping like I'm on the throne
Not for rap, not for money
None of those
Motto all along
A wise and a good kid
No lies, just truth in
The veins of this true kid
I'm in the booth and
I'm saying shit that's
High above your head
Like skies of the interstellar
And I'm a fella
That's hella
Above your level
These bitches talkin' like
Like I ain't doing right
Like I ain't doing that
Like all my shit sounding whack
I don't care
I don't care shit
I'm there in my life that ain't afraid
Of bullshit ass opinions

They come up to ask me 'what's the problem?'
They come up to ask me 'what's the problem?'
They come up to ask me 'what's the problem?'
They come up to ask me
Yeah
They come up to me tell me 'everything's gon' be alright'
They come up to me tell me 'everything's gon' be alright'
They come up to me tell me 'everything's gon' be alright'
They come up to me tell me
But I tell em'
My mind's my problem
My mind's my problem
My mind's my problem
Yeah that's my problem
Yeah that's my problem
Yeah that's my problem
Yeah that's my problem
Yeah that's my problem

I put my pen to the paper
To extend the length and the end of
My life I'd spend all the saved up
On some good kind of a stapler
Put together all the pieces of paper
Kind of like a lil' novel or say a
Journey of Ill rhyme sprayer
This kid ain't all bout' playing
Shit
I'd rather rhyme better than 9 to 5
Won't be alive
This ain't no facade
Anyway
I'd murder your favorite rapper
But I let the kids play
Flowing as smooth as I can?
I call it a good day
I'd be the king you be slave
Kind of the old way
Choke em' to death with my lyricism and wordplay
Don't give a shit about what the hell the world say
I'm running, I'm running, I'm running all day
Compare me to local directors
I'm Cristopher Nolan in rap form
I'll endanger you and kill you
Like HomoErectuses
That's the reference
Of me playing God in this game
Yeah I came
From the bottom
This the underground shit
Still ain't on the top
Started with a goal
To be on the throne
But to hell with it
Cause I ain't even for it
Shit I'm moving forward
To hell with fame
Cause I ain't for it
Foreign cars sound so boring
I'm interested in quality
Shit is all in me
I can't help it cause it's honestly a trait in me
I'm thankful to dad, I'm grateful as shit
I'm thankful to dad, I'm grateful as shit

They come up to ask me 'what's the problem?'
They come up to ask me 'what's the problem?'
They come up to ask me 'what's the problem?'
They come up to ask me
Yeah
They come up to me tell me 'everything's gon' be alright'
They come up to me tell me 'everything's gon' be alright'
They come up to me tell me 'everything's gon' be alright'
They come up to me tell me
I tell em'
My mind's my problem
My mind's my problem
My mind's my problem
Yeah that's my problem
Yeah that's my problem
Yeah that's my problem
Yeah that's my problem
Yeah that's my problem