Problem

(verse 1)

Dillin Hoox:

I been dedicated I don't hesitate to celebrate it

Ima do me and Ima just let em hate it

Let em hate, let em hate Ima demonstrate

How to stay calm in a war zone / I meditate

I'm lit with the flows

Yeah, I'm sicker than most

I'm giving them dope

They listen to me while they sniffing their coke

You tripping, I'm different I give and I go

I don't live in a prison or live with my folks

I'm sick of the system and sick of these hoes

Been pimpin' since pimpin' like didn't you know?

Been pimpin' since pimpin' like didn't you know?

Who's this vicious / I'm giving em bars

You, living on Mars if you new to this

This, lunatic ain’t superstitious

I'm, keeping it locked like prisoners are

You, stupid bitches live in a box

It's, ludicrous you think your image is hard

You, mimicking stars I'm not religious

But I'm still having visions of god

You should thank Jesus that you didn't cross me

You acting like parasite that's living off me

I'm protecting my net but this isn’t hockey

This math don’t add up no Fibonacci

(chorus)

They don't want it / They don't want no problems

They don't want it / They don't want no drama (nope)

They just after clout / They don't want it (they don't want it)

Yeah, Ima put that on my momma

(x2)

(verse 2)

Rick Ross:

No Benson and Hedges / I started with Reggie

I'm talking asparagus / I'm heavy on veggies

We balling and blowing / Seven bottles of Moet

Your credit card declined / Bottles had to go back

I know yous embarrassed / I smoke like a chalice

I'm burning that Kush / They can smell me in Dallas

It's usually a P / Nothing small as an O

I'm just keeping it G / I might swap you with blow

It's usually a P / Nothing small as an O

I'm just keeping it G / I might swap you with blow

(chorus)

(verse 3)

Sam Hoss:

Smoking on that kush all I know is the cabbage

My life is a movie baby you know I’m a savage

I don’t need no practice and my lifestyle is lavish

My flow is dramatic like my bad bitch that's Spanish

I am automatic and on tracks I do damage

My bars heavy, my heart cold are y’all ready?

Already, you're worth pennies, I curved many

Bitch get it, this kid spit it like B.I.G did it

I’m sick wit it / I’m in the game playing big minutes

Straight bars and no filler, a gorilla

I rap iller / The track killer like Mac Miller

I'm the plug counting stacks like a crack dealer

I wouldn't change a thing about my past cuz it made me

I wouldn't change a thing about this track, yeah it's crazy

Now the boys coming up and nothing gonna stop the kid

Ima do me it's okay if you talking shit

(chorus)