Zuse - Problems lyrics

[Hook – Joell Ortiz] Don't talk about it, be about it Really though, don't even be about it, we about it Y'all don't want that problem, nah Trust me y'all don't want that problem, nah They don't hear me though [Verse 1 – Jake Lambo] In the booth see I be fooling, y'all just fooling around I'm tutoring now, you clueless but I'm schooling you clowns I'm cooling it now, don't do it or them dudes getting wild I told my mom look at her son like really you should be proud I'm building a foundation and really my mind's racing A million times faster than average and I'm waiting I feel as they all hating, I feel as they all waiting Like look at this n***a Jake, wait this beyond greatness Dope spitter, cold n***a, go figure, work until we all richer I tried to show em, the b**hes still ain't get the picture Now it's time to give em the business, b**h it's been official And my n***as be sending missiles, gon be hard to miss you Mama missing a seat, I don't see any box of tissues And any problem, we can solve em, y'all don't want those issues Still I k** em all, RIP to any opposition Jake [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 – Joell Ortiz] [?] cool though, got a couple b**hes in the pool though Just took a hit of Don Julio, nobody act a fool though Cause man we got them things that'll remove your Soul from your body, put your spirit up on Pluto But I'm chilling, [?] just bought a billion Main thing bout going panoramic on the panamera ceiling Just toasted with my accountant but we spilling, no we didn't Just make a whole mother f**ing nother million Hood n***as living in the burbs but don't get it confused I pull up in that suburban Roll that black window down and throw em all at your curb Hit whoever had the nerve to pillow talk with a bird, bird Hate on me but never ever plot to take from me Faithfully, I'll turn your neighborhood to a bakery Forever Imma be able to walk these streets Rich n***a, lil homie talk is cheap [Hook][x2] [Verse 3 – Zuse] [?] free [?] [?] kid come from Compton Look what a real real done done Poy-poy-poy no drum drum Kick him, like Clyde [?] [?], him a real bad man Tax them like Uncle Sam-Sam Leave them bloody like tampon Catch a n***a on the wrong side Bombs out, took him out, now he offline Catch a n***a even when he on part time That's just how it goes when it's war time Murdock, chalk line, [?] my shot It [?] come out the carbine Bullet, I kick him like movie, I star time RIP to my dog [?] Gangster now [?] [Hook][x2]