Problems - Jake Lambo, Joell Ortiz, Zuse

Don’t talk about it, be about it

Really though, don’t even be about it, we about it

Y’all don’t want that problem, nah

Trust me y’all don’t want that problem, nah

They don’t hear me though

In the booth see I be fooling, y’all just fooling around

I’m tutoring now, you clueless but I’m schooling you clowns

I’m cooling it now, don’t do it or them dudes getting wild

I told my mom look at her son like really you should be proud

I’m building a foundation and really my mind’s racing

A million times faster than average and I’m waiting

I feel as they all hating, I feel as they all waiting

Like look at this nigga Jake, wait this beyond greatness

Dope spitter, cold nigga, go figure, work until we all richer

I tried to show em, the bitches still ain’t get the picture

Now it’s time to give em the business, bitch it’s been official

And my niggas be sending missiles, gon be hard to miss you

Mama missing a seat, I don’t see any box of tissues

And any problem, we can solve em, y’all don’t want those issues

Still I kill em all, RIP to any opposition

Jake

cool though, got a couple bitches in the pool though

Just took a hit of Don Julio, nobody act a fool though

Cause man we got them things that’ll remove your

Soul from your body, put your spirit up on Pluto

But I’m chilling, just bought a billion

Main thing bout going panoramic on the panamera ceiling

Just toasted with my accountant but we spilling, no we didn’t

Just make a whole mother fucking nother million

Hood niggas living in the burbs but don’t get it confused I pull up in that

suburban

Roll that black window down and throw em all at your curb

Hit whoever had the nerve to pillow talk with a bird, bird

Hate on me but never ever plot to take from me

Faithfully, I’ll turn your neighborhood to a bakery

Forever Imma be able to walk these streets

Rich nigga, lil homie talk is cheap

Tell them free

AK come from Compton

Look pon a real real don don

Poy-poy-poy no drum drum

Kick him, like Clyde

, him a real bad man

Tax them like Uncle Sam-Sam

Leave them bloody like tampon

Catch a nigga on the wrong side

Bombs out, took him out, now he offline

Catch a nigga even when he on part time

That’s just how it goes when it’s war time

Murda, chalk line, hollow point shot

It a come out the carbine

Bullet, I kick him like movie, I star time

RIP to my dog

Gangster now