Bobby Beats - Problems (End of the World) Freestyle lyrics

11th Grade, I was on my sh**, Straight A's, I was on my sh**! No stress, smoked a lil' kush! Was tryna' get fresh, fake Foams for the push! Flipped em' for the buck, call me a crook! Catch me in the kitchen? sh** I can't cook! Gator a** n***as', Captain Hook! I'm tryna' stay green and live forever, that Peter Pan look! n***a' I'm readin' books, and gainin' knowledge! Writin'lyrics, and payin' homage! Where's the labels? n***a' where the signage? My Fam' got scars, and they need bondage! Kidnap the game! The crown is hostage! Dirty denim, n***a' I'm never washin'! n***a' I'm never flodgin'! Young Chubby n***a'! And empty stomachs, mean more problems! Young Chubby n***a', I said more problems! Ramen noodles and cereal, n***a' it mean problems! Follow behind em'! Bible scriptures for young n***as', Call me Soloman, n***a' call me Soloman! n***a' I'm never solemn, Word to Ku$hem, But n***a' I be wilin'! n***as' wanna' be HOVA, I don't gotta' be HOVA, Man I got no scratches, Climbin' ah' Rova', That flipped THREE times over, I just freeze the mic sober, Man my rhymes get colder, It's Gucci meets Flip, Bro' it's game over! and I'm only gettin' older, my girl want me to hold 'er. She say she want Platinum Chanel, that mean I gotta' let go of her! And get back to the rhymes! Dog, 'cause I'm losin' time! Oh you curious George? You just still tryna' find? Some' that'll hit that gold mine? You headed down the wrong road, n***a' the wrong signs! Oh you copped a tat'? You gotta' snapback? Damn dog, I just thought that we was off that! I say it again, Chino Khaki Slacks, fictional facts! The paper race so lengthy we ain't gettin' back! I said the paper race lengthy, And we own the track! Running four-flats 'round n***as' till they collapse! And my records Shady, but there's no relapse! Word to Em', Dog I grew up on him! Up in church, still grew up in sin! Rip out eyes, chew em' up for breakfast! Man I'm just so f**in' restless, Just so f**in' reckless! f** ah' mother f**in' f**in' diamond necklace! I'm tryna' put my Mom up! Somewhere in the Hamptons! I heard n***as' sayin' that this ain't my type ah' rappin', wrists I'm slappin'! Bring it back, Like I'm f**in' chiropractin'! Real intellectual, check my f**in' schedule! Check my f**in' War Brooms! n***a', I look up to Casey, But I don't eat Vegetables! f** it I'm done.....