100 Problems

I'm taking the Molly to feel something
I smoke all my ah to feel nothing
I got hella days I feel like the shit
But other days I wanna kill something
These niggas ain't rapping they mumbling
They claim its my shit they bumping
I know that they lie, they ain't picking up skills
If they are then they should be evolving
I hop in the booth, only spit truth
These others been talking that lame shit
I'm just doing me, they love what they see
These niggas so fake, they so faceless
I go to the mall, I buy what I want
I only been talking in pay slips
These bitches so young, but act like they grown
It's showing, they all need some face lifts
I got 100 fucking problems and your nigga ain't one
I got a 100 fucking problems, bitch I need more funds
I got a 100 fucking problems, tryna get a degree
I got a 100 fucking problems, so my time ain't cheap
I swear I ain't speaking their language
These niggas my sons they my babies
I carry em, cradle them but em to sleep
I pay em no mind cause I'm dateless
I step on the stage, they screaming my name
My presence stay causing a madness
I'm going up wearing no harness
I ain't no coloniser but I conquest
Please stop capping, watchu say?
Uh, Alright then do it like me
Caught her lying now she crying, thought you said you'd KO me?
I stay fly, I got bands like I swing d-o-p-e
You say you don't need me, time will tell
Alright then we gon see
I got 100 fucking problems and your nigga ain't one
I got a 100 fucking problems, bitch I need more funds
I got a 100 fucking problems, tryna get a degree
I got a 100 fucking problems, so my time ain't cheap
My time ain't cheap
Bill it by the minute, even bill my hoes
Ride it for a minute, you know imma do it on ten toes
Walk into the room, now a nigga make his girl a ghost
100 problems, and my pussy one these niggas want a dose
Want a slice, wanna bite zesty like McDonalds sprite
I concluded why you hoes stay hating, its all out of spite
I just peeped out my window, I seen hella flashing lights
Its the paps, another problem have to catch another flight
One thing I'm sick and tired of, a bitch with a fake ass attitude
Putting my neck out, giving a hand out
Then receive no gratitude
That's why you bitches stay lagging
Your feet on the floor still dragging
Got so much things on my plate
Next time - on God I swear I'm taxing
I got a 100 things to do and every nigga want some
I got a 100 bands to make, boy I'm so busy can't talk
I'm on a 100 with my talent, going up wow can't stop
I got 100 labels on me, damn, can't choose so spoilt
I got 100 fucking problems and your niggas ain't one
I got a 100 fucking problems, bitch I need more funds
I got a 100 fucking problems, tryna get a degree
I got a 100 fucking problems, so my time ain't cheap



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