Problem

More money, more problems
Exchange my shit with no option
Ain't no alien, no martian
Involved with the gun shit
If you really be up there
We can solve with this problem
We can pop in this function
This ain't really no fun shit
If you really want to run shit
I feel like the world on my shoulders
And I gotta go and protect it
Cape on me like I'm a hero
Get my money up
Like Robert De Niro
Feel like a boss though
Pocket fat like Ross tho
VVS colder than Sub Zero

All this pressure that's filling up on my brain
Too many broken hearts
Feel like I gotta go away
Ima put it on your back
Fuck what you gonna say
Snakes in the grass
Hissing on my name
That bitch gave me top
My soul going up in space
I spaz on the track it feel like a race
I'm coming up first
You going last place
Left my heart in the trash
You deserve that place

It's Wrighty again
Message the bros saying "Let's hit studz"
And I came through quick with the feature
Don't write with a pen
'Cause most of the time it comes from top of my head
So you know that I come with a bag full of bars
And whole gram load full of zen

Most of the time to kick back bro I smoke on the good stuff (Reefer)
I got my aims in sight and I keep it locked like a 44m (Millimeter)

And I come up fast like a leaner
But you know that I come last other ways

You can't hang with us
I'ma kill the game in my socks and my slippers
I'ma light a flame in the mic with my lyrics
Gonna run things, all the same, gets generic

I'm crazy, put me in a straight-jacket

Don't piss me off, i'm like Ralph, gonna wreck it
Dunno if that boy has a pulse, go and check it

I'm gonna make a mil

Your boy's getting cooked like a bar and grill

You man are falling off like its Jack and Jill

Alarms going off like a damn fire drillI

I'm taking W's while you're here taking pills

Yall sound the same I can't tell your ass apart

And ima come again like the damn Kwik-E-Mart