PROBLEMS

(Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee)
(Welcome to the camp)

Got so many problems, you for starters
Got me countin' my wins, cuttin' my losses
Got so many problems, and that's the problem
You in your feelings, come and take my wallet
Got so many problems, you for starters
Got me countin' my wins, cuttin' my losses
Got so many problems, that I ain't proud of
You in your feelings, better than my pockets, shawty

Ayy so many problems it's like calculus or algebra
I tried to do the math but in my past, it wasn't addin' up
The cash ain't comin' fast enough
You stabbed my back I had you bruh, why?
I thought we was do or die
I bought weed to cool my mind
I thought even suicide
But you know that can't be your play when you got a whole race to save
Yeah, take solo drives to break away
I'll be back, girl, I need some space
(Are you okay?)
I just

Got so many problems, you for starters (yeah)
Got me countin' my wins, cuttin' my losses (uh)
Got so many problems (problems) and that's the problem (forreal)
You in your feelings, come take my wallet (ayy)
Got so many problems, you for starters (so many problems on a good day, forreal)
Got me countin' my wins, cuttin' my losses
Got so many problems, that I ain't proud of
You in your feelings, better than my pockets, shawty (yeah)

I still battle trust, shoot dice too much
I'm dealin' with anxiety
No privacy my taxes due got problems in variety
Feelin' like the white man want me broke in this society
Most chasin' C-notes or chase notoriety
Tug of war
Why when you say we done I love you more? (ooh)
I keep drums in store
Girl you know it's love and war
Still got enemies that want me gone to say they upped the score
Still walk through them troubled doors, they cheer soon as I touch the floor
Just make the call might take some falls (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Problems come embrace them all
Keep your soil pure so you forever grow
I wear a smile daily but you'll never know I

Got so many problems, you for starters
Got me countin' my wins, cuttin' my losses
Got so many problems, and that's the problem
You in your feelings, come take my wallet
Got so many problems, you for starters
Got me countin' my wins, cuttin' my losses
Got so many problems, that I ain't proud of (I got, I got)
You in your feelings, better than my pockets, shawty (got problems)

(But I)
(I pray to God)
(Ooh yeah, oh yes I do)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah I do)

Now, let's get it straight, you know I mean?
Boukman was a Jamaican, he left Jamaica
Went to Haiti, that's part of that revolution
Facts, you know I mean?
Wyclef Jean, preacher's son, you know what I'm sayin' to you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, we don't just talk to talk, you know I mean?
Action over words, ayy, shotta boi
Yee