[ Featuring Killa Tex ]
I say, Houston, we got a problem
I say, Houston, we got a problem
I say, Houston, we got a problem
I say, Houston, we got a problem
All my goons and goblins
Sorry, but there's something I gotta get off my chest
Not to offend nobody, but it must be addressed
The state of this music shit is a f*cking mess
I can't accept the BS
Nope, I won't settle for less
For a lot of you rap dudes, it's a rap tune
Kickin' new flavor up in your head like Craig Mack do
See, if I was you, ATL, if I was you
I'd feel like Heat fans when LeBron was passin' through
This is something I have to do
You know they gon' be mad at you
You think I give a damn
I've been like this since 92
Say hello to the bad guy
Sorry if I'm a little rude
And I ain't shoot shots, I'm bringin' the airstrike too
I remember when rappers used to articulate
Now niggas just use this music to get a little cake
Auto-tunes came out and that shit was okay
Now I can't understand what half of you wack rappers say
I say, Houston, we got a problem
I say, Houston, we got a problem
I say, Houston, we got a problem
I say, Houston, we got a problem
All my goons and goblins
I ain't got nothin' but time and money
I know that my time is comin
I spit sick like I'm tryin' to vomit
Ball like Sheryl Swoops that's Comet' inside the summit
Hoping that I don't plummet
Most of these rappers be lyin, they Donald Trump and
I'm ready to blow like Lisa playin' a saxophone or trumpet
Charlo with these punches
Know I'm hard-boiled with these punches
Yeah, they scared of me
When you good forever, they better be
Triple H with his pedigree
Black on black, that's ebony
Big time, that's Heavy D
Five rings, that's Jelly bean
Black Mamba, H-Town like Earl Campbell
Raise the bar, high standards
Buttin' down like I'm in a flannel
We on fire, we lit the candle
Big bro, they be tryin' to fam ya
Let's take a picture, here come the camera
Houston rappers, Houston trappers
Gotta watch them all, they be tryin' to scam you
Email, they be tryin' to spam you
We hit delete
Drug free, we can't hit the sweet
You probably laced it with feta cheese
Can't f*ck with that
Good forever, my lucky hat
Whack rappers, can't f*ck with that
If you f*cked with this, then I f*cked with that
And that's a fact
