The Problem

de Juicy J

(Logic)
(Logic)
(Y-y-y-yeah)

What's the problem, nigga?
What's the problem, nigga?
'Cause we both got the same 24 hours, nigga
What's the problem, nigga?
What's the problem, nigga?
Eat by yo' self, you must wanna get devoured, nigga

And while you get down on yo' nigga, you ain't have to stay up late and sit out on them niggas
You didn't have to park the whip to get out on them niggas
Nowadays that back door open tryna get out on a nigga
It's a hit out on a nigga
Shots go off, make you have to get out on yo' nigga
You don't want this smoke, you better sit it out on this one
I'm movin' how I'm 'posed to move, I'm stayin' out the way
These niggas gon' break all the rules, so I don't wanna play
Pull a uncle Ice, they tryna kidnap yo' lil' daughter
Know how they got the lo', they put a tracker on yo' charger
The streets gettin' dumb, so you gotta be smarter
Gotta ride behind that tint and keep them clippers like a barber

What's the problem, nigga?
What's the problem, nigga?
Why you hatin' if a nigga goin' harder than you?
What's the problem, nigga?
What's the problem, nigga?
They got they eye on yo' food 'cause they starvin', nigga
What's the problem, nigga?
What's the problem, nigga?
'Cause we both got the same 24 hours, nigga
What's the problem, nigga?
What's the problem, nigga?
Eat by yo' self, you must wanna get devoured, nigga

Bitch, I'm bringin' the realest in
It's a killin' of record, no Guinness
When I said it, I meant it
If hip-hop's a family tree, I'm the illest descendant
Familiar with the bars like a defender, I hope you never attempt it
Tory [?] with the mic, it's fight or flight, or push yo' whole set back
Rap bee-bop, bitch, I'm jet black
Life, tried to take mine young, just to get back
Only setback, I ain't get a billi' yet
Fuck a million, bitch, I'm one of William
What you think Bill short for?
The four-door, Logic and Juicy J on this album, hotter than Mordor
Back in the day, I rode the bus in the way back
Now I'm in the back of the Maybach
And I lay flat, like, take that
Bumpin' James Brown, payback
Niggas that hate on Logic, deep down know that they wack
Smokin' zushi at Nobu, I always stay with a pack
My table turned by turnin' my tables like a track
I know a couple dealers, got keys like A-Flat

(Sippin on some [?])
Hey, feel like my mind on the edge almost every day
Came from the bottom, I done made it out to get paid
Feel like my mind on the edge almost every day-ay
I know that someone gon' feel me today
Feel like my mind on the edge almost every day
I came from nothin', from nothin', I'm tryna get paid
Tell me what you know about havin' a vision, but the world always wanna doubt
Bitch-made motherfucker's only want the clout
They don't know 'bout what it takes, they don't know 'bout the mistakes
I do this for the greats till the day I see the gates
Goddamn, I'm feelin' great
Money in the safe, pull up in the Wraith, oh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
(Sippin on some [?])