I got some problems
We tryna solve em
We trying, f*ck it
F*ck it
I got some problems
Pray to my demons
We can call this shit even
We all got problems
But we got different reasons
I see how it feel like treason
I see how it's feeling like it won't get any better
I can get this shit wetter
No they can't rain on my parade
I be feeling insane
I ain't doing any better
But f*ck it, f*ck it
I be trying, trying
F*ck it, F*ck it
I be trying, trying
F*ck it, F*ck it
Cause we all got problems, yeah
F*ck it, F*ck it
Shit we tryna solve em, yeah
I got some problems
Pray to my demons
We can call this shit even
We all got problems
But we got different reasons
I see how it feel like treason
I got some problems
Pray to my demons
We can call this shit even
We all got problems
But we got different reasons
I see how it feel like treason
Jumped out f*cking bang with it
Young kid rolling dank with it
And I'm strapped with a goon
We be up all night like the moon
And I stay in the room on the shrooms
Back then I used to take em with you
Now I just hang with the crew
I don't know what I'm a do cause
(We all got problems)
From Philly to Compton
And we tryna solve em
Yeah we had to pop him
Your mans yeah
Now he in a coffin
Miami to Austin we rock him
Wet him like a dolphin
We do this too often
We flossing, Atlanta to Boston
I got some problems
Pray to my demons
We can call this shit even
We all got problems
But we got different reasons
I see how it feel like treason
I got some problems
Pray to my demons
We can call this shit even
We all got problems
But we got different reasons
I see how it feel like treason