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What's The Problem
On Tour
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What's The Problem was released on September 30, 2026 by FTD/ SRFSCHL, LLC as a part of the album Price of Pain (Luxury Edition)
September 30, 2026
LabelFTD/ SRFSCHL, LLC
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Yo life is ill I know this kid that got killed shit is for real
His moms is mad cool they gave her the chills her tires squealed
Blinkers peeled off the block scattered car glass shattered
Little homies older ladies don't matter this shit get crazy
Seen his body drop knew he was hit shorties was screamin'
It was broad day they came through flockin' ****** is demons
I just drove past seen him this morning
Gone to the store rolled the window down
Y'all that was crack
We need to talk is what he said back
The way they did my bro that shit was dead wack
He lit his blunt hopped out the car
Told him I'd head back
See him later weather was nice
Like 80 somethin' playground was crowded
Mr Softy out babies runnin'
Made it to the light
Seen him for his green Jeep with tints
Passenger window down
Poo-sheisty over his wig
Two ****** in the back they windows down too leanin'
There's somethin' about the way they was schemin' as I was leavin'
Made me think of shawty
Liquor store rhymes I used to drink with shawty
Conversation replayin'
The last time I linked with shawty
Heard my phone ring I knew it was the reaper callin'
His sister screamin' white sheet just seen her sneakers on him
Tomorrow never promise
Mama bury her son son rarely bury ya mama
Shit that's what you call trauma
I grew up with heavy grinders
Take the cops on the tour
Get low they can never find us
Our mind be clouded with drama
What's the problem?
What's the problem?
Yo life is ill I know this girl that got killed
Caught tryna steal had a good position
Could've been chillin' but shit got real
She was fuckin' with ****** that fuck with ****** we don't fuck with
She was playin' messenger back and forth got her dusted
Shortie that got killed in the first verse was her cousin
I'll explain how it's connected but first I'ma change the subject
She was bad as shit hair and nails did
Chanel bags and shit
Fashion week in Paris come back with some shit extravagant
She was takin' powdered out packages ****** noticed
Caught in the club with her bitches and sent her roses
Silencer hit the bitch twice bottles exploded
Blood all over the ice in the section them ****** bolted
Usain's style fast how they reacted on her cousin
Couldn't get with her at first he died after our discussion
Paramedics actually rushin' they both gone
NYPD tryna form like Voltron
Lookin' for it that coke gone
Tomorrow never promised mama bury your son
Son rarely bury ya mama
Shit that's what you call trauma
I grew up with heavy grinders
Take the cops on the tour
Get low they can never find us
Our mind be clouded with trauma
Tomorrow never promise
Mama bury your son
Son rarely bury ya mama
Shit that's what you call trauma
I grew up with heavy grinders
Take the cops on the tour
Get low they can never find us
Our mind be clouded with trauma
What's the problem?
What's the problem man?
Somebody told me add this shit up
Math ain't math
What's the problem?
Fraud
Written by: David Brewster, Rory William Quigley
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