Problems

[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]

Let 'em light up a square

Billie Jean in the air

Kept it a hundred like an Air Force pair

If they don't give me the chair

I clown 'em all, boy, this shit is unfair

Behind closed doors, I'm still gon' be forever aware

Let 'em label me a backpack rapper turned to a school shooter

All they top five get hit unless they cool tutors

I took a chance like Monopoly, now who's stoppin' me?

I'm watchin' out for all the weird vibes and the animosity

Just holdin' on to God's hand, a whale on dry land

Fuck they timespan, in my season, I won't die bland

'Cause in a way, my whole lane is free like I-10

It's like I spend every day in the chokey, I'm locked in

And my grandma house is my sanctuary, I can't get carried

Fruit was hangin' low when we play on Cherry

The angel dust we servin' could taint the fairies, we stainin' dairies

Raised with bad culinary, we was taught to make it barely, yeah

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]

Cocaine stickin' to your gums like tables

If you don't like the shit, then you can leave like basil

His back got batteries, we jump him like cables

The feds on scope, so fiends peelin' off the labels

I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga

I don't really wanna hear your problems

I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga

If you don't like it, go and get a job

They hirin' dummies on the block

Story is, the niggas you call close the ones that plot, ayy

Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon' give the drop, ayy

Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can't get a drop, ayy

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

My TDE calls come from the top

The one I speak directly to is Top

New rappers tryin' legends for the notch

And every has-been's interviews are watched

Listen, Ray Vaughn, be clear of your peers

'Cause in a couple years, it be musical chairs

We done seen niggas panic and show us they tears

Reminiscin' over hits, but the money ain't there

Truth or dare, still get it for eighteen, I swear

Reasonable doubt and all my thoughts are cashmere

The paper cut the tips of my fingers like cashiers

I tell you stunt dummies, "You welcome to crash here"

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]

Cocaine stickin' to your gums like tables

If you don't like the shit, then you can leave like basil

His back got batteries, we jump him like cables

The feds on scope, so fiends peelin' off the labels

I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga

I don't really wanna hear your problems

I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga

If you don't like it, go and get a job

They hirin' dummies on the block

Story is, the niggas you call close the ones that plot, ayy

Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon' give the drop, ayy

Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can't get a drop, ayy

[Verse 3: Ray Vaughn]

I'm from LA County, a strange place, cocaine-based

They know who I am without name play, no gameplay

Locked up, my bro got the same case and I blame fate

The enemies get stomped to no features like a blank face

He got no heir like a king without a son

Caught my cousin with the pills, said he goin' on the run

And the time that they gon' give him, he might never see the sun

No, the time that they gon' give him, he might never see his son, that's the one

Got a hundred shots of vodka in my piss

Growin' up is realizin' Deebo was a bitch

You know the code, Nintendo niggas bet' not ever switch

But he told for his family, we don't wanna hear that shit, nigga

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]

Cocaine stickin' to your gums like tables (Sheesh)

If you don't like the shit, then you can leave like basil

His back got batteries, we jump him like cables (Ayy)

The feds on scope, so fiends peelin' off the labels (Skrrt)

I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga

I don't really wanna hear your problems (Fuck 'em)

I don't really wanna hear that shit, nigga (Shit, nigga)

If you don't like it, go and get a job

They hirin' dummies on the block

Story is, the niggas you call close the ones that plot, ayy

Life a rollercoaster and your bitch gon' get a drop, ayy

Stingy with my pennies and a bitch can't get a drop, ayy