Jim Jonsin - Problems lyrics

[Verse 1] Dear Mrs. Bill Collector I know you just doing your job Don't mean to disrespect you But we've been going through this thing since way back I told you when I get the dough I would pay back But I got problems baby yeah if you only knew I got bigger problems baby, yeah So why you talking about the money that I owe Like as if I didn't know man It don't mean nothing to me Cause right now I got my little boy crying And my grandmother dying Could you please stop f**ing with me Listen here, I ain't looking for no tears But my brother got a year And my Momma keep smoking that sh** On top of that, I'm broke Please put that in your notes For the next one to call me up talking that sh** And then ahana... [Verse 2] Hey, Dear Mr. Policeman Hey am I wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man I coulda swore that I was driving pretty peaceful So why the hell is you pulling over me fo' Is it this black Mercedes? Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it Or cause I'm Black, hmmm maybe? Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating And I hold my breath every time that you get behind me I turn my music down so you won't hear a sound Man I'm nervous like I got a couple pounds on me You pulled me over, you frown on me With your flashlight, tell me what do you see Thug n***as, drug dealers, it's a trip Every n***a in this whip gotta motherf**ing college degree And then ahana... unh [Verse 3] Yeah, my middle finger to the law Busting off, tryna touch the sky My teacher said impossible but I'mma f**ing try Plus how he gon' tell me, he don't make the rules There's n***as dying every day but we don't make the news Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones Timmy got his bike stole Top story, Tiger Woods be f**ing all these White hoes Anchorman stop snitching Cut to commercial, he be texting all the side b**hes Hey my goodness How ironic On trial for possession of some chronic My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than a comet Hey your honor, is you kidding How you sit above me Are you perfect motherf**er How you finna judge me? When you home you don't cuss, drink and puff like us? These cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff They hate they jobs and they days be f**ed up like us At the end of the day you n***as just like us