Problemz

Yo L I think they got a problem. I think I got a problem. A fucking alcohol problem. Yeah.

I ain't on some outer space shit, on some out of place shit

On some dollar and a dream, penny in a hideaway shit

Basically case is persuasively being made

The game has been stagnant, no faces are being changed

Rearranged saying he's insane is an understatement

I ain't the boss really, I'm working under Satan

I'm just playing around but you've begun to hating

So what you want a verse from me, I got one to take it

Nowadays everybody's on my dick

People either love me or they hate me quick

It's almost like there's nothing I can safely say

Cause they recognise my voice like I'm Macy Gray

Hey, let me get this shit straight, I don't ever spit hate

I ain't racially charged just because my mixtape's name

Is the White Man Is The Devil by Slaine

When I say the white man I'm referring to 'caine

At the same time talking about the shit that I'm saying

And the circumstances that I gotta live everyday

And I got to work with chances hoping that it might pan out

But it seems like they're trying to keep this white man out but

I heard you got a problem with everything I do

Everything I say every fucking day

I think you got a problem acting this way

Rapping this way, fuck em anyway

You should not involve em

Watch what you say, you should just forget what you see

Cause you don't want a problem

Oh you gonna have a problem, you gonna have a problem with me

I guess I represent a lifestyle the Bible Belt don't like now

I'm opposed to these people in the White House

The whole administration, I'm just a menace to them

I make offensive music about criminals and drug abusers

They looking down upon us labelling us thugs and losers

That's the authority always trying to judge who you is

But only God can judge me, I'm not a role model

My body's not drug-free, I drink a whole bottle

Hit the gas full throttle in an old automobile

That goes fast with some hoes I know that you know swallow

I am no model citizen

Fat fuck and ugly as I ever been, my venom will never end

My struggle is evidence by my lack of presidents

Where they say I act like the blackest residents

Because I pack heaters and I stack amphetamines

This is your world, this shit is full of crack, Americans

It ain't a black thing or a white thing

Or a rap thing, it's just a fight thing

And everyday is full of sickness, addiction and crime

That's why I spit the kind of shit, the kind that sticks in your mind

Yo Slaine I feel the same pain (Larry I know you do)

It is a whole gang of drama I've been going through

You know the money blue, streets full of funny dudes

If I get to stressing there's no question what I'm gonna do

What I'm gonna do is make a nigga run his jewels

Pop in the clip and make him strip right in front of you

Yeah, I'm on the strip with the blunt and brew

Quarter past two where them dicks keep coming through

Three dip creeping in their Taurus dark blue

Boston we bust em for fifteen to twenty-two

Have you ever seen a wild nigga wave a gun at you?

Pistol whip someone in front of you? C'mon

I'm from where spots get hotter than the middle of the summer do

Niggas get bodied on the blocks where they hung in groups

This sounds strange like the pains in my stomach do

There's boatloads of niggas trying to eat, man I'm hungry too