PROBLEMS (feat. Wale)

Mm, mhm, hm-hm

Welcome to the camp

Got so many problems, you for starters

Got me counting my wins, cutting my losses

Got so many problems and that's the problem

You in your feelings, come and take my wallet

Got so many problems, you for starters

Got me counting my wins, cutting my losses

Got so many problems that I ain't proud of

You in your feelings better than my pockets, shawty

Ayy, so many problems it's like calculus or algebra

I tried to do the math but in my past it wasn't adding up

The cash ain't coming fast enough

You stabbed my back, I had you bruh, why?

I thought we was do or die

I bought weed to cool my mind

I thought even suicide

But you know that can't be your play when you got a whole race to save

Yeah, take solo drives to break away

I be back, girl, I need some space (Are you okay?)

I just—

Got so many problems, you for starters

Got me counting my wins, cutting my losses

Got so many problems and that's the problem

You in your feelings, come and take my wallet

Got so many problems, you for starters

Got me counting my wins, cutting my losses

Got so many problems that I ain't proud of

You in your feelings better than my pockets, shawty

I still battle trust, shoot dice too much, I'm dealing with anxiety

No privacy, my taxes due, got problems in variety

Feeling like the white man want me broke in this society

Most chasing C notes or chase notoriety

Tug of war

Why when you say we done, I love you more?

I keep drums in store

Girl, you don't know it's love and war

Still got enemies that want me gone to say they upped the score

Still walk through them troubled doors

They cheer soon as I touch the floor

Just make the call, might take some falls

Problems come, embrace 'em all

Keep your soil pure so you forever grow

I wear a smile daily but you'll never know I—

Got so many problems, you for starters

Got me counting my wins, cutting my losses

Got so many problems and that's the problem

You in your feelings, come and take my wallet

Got so many problems, you for starters

Got me counting my wins, cutting my losses

Got so many problems that I ain't proud of

You in your feelings better than my pockets, shawty

But I

I pray to God, oh, oh, oh

Oh, yes, I do

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ayy, yeah, I do

Now let's get it straight, you know what I mean?

Boukman was a Jamaican, he left Jamaica with the Haiti

That's part of that revolution, facts

You know what I mean? Wyclef Jean

Preacher's son, you know what I'm saying to you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayo, we don't just talk to talk, you know what I mean?

Action over words, ayy, shoutout bwoy