PRXBLXMS Pt.1
Tell me what the problem is?
Let's get it started then
Always with the goons you know I pop it slim
And she always wear the shoes that wear my pocket thin
Used to love it when she pop that ass
But now I'm walking on my Jims
Jones been the one to call it in
"Yo darg, Wys? You tryna hit the lick?"
Nah bruh, I'm with my chick
"Nah nigga, yo chick with a bitch"
Never get the action in
Never been about it, never had to sin
You ain't got no demons, call him cap king
Out there for the buzz
Never had to hustle up
Niggas never at home to see if momma need the money in
Do the shopping and
But I ain't the man, cah my pockets never used to sag
But now they sag, but I ain't bad
Never held a nigga up to make his momma sad
With no reason at that
These niggas mad
Did my momma proud and my dad
Couldn't care about him as matter of fact
Ignorant to the rules of society, they mad
Is it cause I'm black? Too dramatic,
Run it back - cause I'm a man?
Mockery of society, I be the kings best jester and
I be giving it up to his queen
Cause she entitled to that
Had me blinded in fact
Thinking she was peasant and
We both feeding off scraps,
I gave her half of my buns and she home
To plate full of yams
So tell me what the problem is?
Let's get it started then
Always with the goons you know I pop it slim
And she always in the shoes that wear my pocket thin
Used to love it when she pop that ass
But now I'm walking on my Jims
Let's get it started then
Always with the goons you know I pop it slim
And she always wear the shoes that wear my pocket thin
Used to love it when she pop that ass
But now I'm walking on my Jims
Jones been the one to call it in
"Yo darg, Wys? You tryna hit the lick?"
Nah bruh, I'm with my chick
"Nah nigga, yo chick with a bitch"
Never get the action in
Never been about it, never had to sin
You ain't got no demons, call him cap king
Out there for the buzz
Never had to hustle up
Niggas never at home to see if momma need the money in
Do the shopping and
But I ain't the man, cah my pockets never used to sag
But now they sag, but I ain't bad
Never held a nigga up to make his momma sad
With no reason at that
These niggas mad
Did my momma proud and my dad
Couldn't care about him as matter of fact
Ignorant to the rules of society, they mad
Is it cause I'm black? Too dramatic,
Run it back - cause I'm a man?
Mockery of society, I be the kings best jester and
I be giving it up to his queen
Cause she entitled to that
Had me blinded in fact
Thinking she was peasant and
We both feeding off scraps,
I gave her half of my buns and she home
To plate full of yams
So tell me what the problem is?
Let's get it started then
Always with the goons you know I pop it slim
And she always in the shoes that wear my pocket thin
Used to love it when she pop that ass
But now I'm walking on my Jims
Credits
Writer(s): Eron Dottin-wilson, Xico
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