I'm a Problem

I'm a problem

Everywhere I go, I'm a problem

(West side shit, you know where I'm from)

(Come on, follow me) everybody knows I'm a problem (what)

Yeah, yeah, I'm a problem, yeah, I'm a problem (what)

West side gang, bang for the dub

Nine on the grind for my hometown love

Been there for ten plus ten with the pen

And I'm still top 10 and probably do it again (come on)

200 million views on the tube

Mortgage high, so I got me two

NASCAR track when I led the pack

Another fuckboy lapped when I grabbed a plaque

No cap there's straps in the back of my home

Tell my governor, "Leave me alone" (fuck you)

You on my block got a flag in the wind

Gauge with a dog and a hog in the fridge

Right in your wall where the bumpbox hits

You can call the law, but don't call me a bitch

Silverado in the Colorado cold

With a bucked up bottle, just getting stoned

Slowing down my spit (hey, hey)

So you rookies understand (hey, hey)

How to leave a long legacy (hey, hey)

Build your fucking brand (hey, hey)

I looped around the country (hey, hey)

I made a couple mil' (hey, hey)

Guess I'll have to put you broke rappers back in my will (hey, hey)

I'm a problem

Everywhere I go, I'm a problem

Everybody knows I'm a problem

Yeah, yeah, I'm a problem, yeah, I'm a problem

Never dreamed we'd make it this far, in the beginning (hey, hey)

So many irons in the fire, we can't stop winning (whoo)

Looking down on all of the avenues that we've paved, well

You're welcome boys for all the fortune and lanes we made for you

Damn right, them boys from the West Coast

When we light up the stage, we share it with ghosts

Of shiners passed on, their lives in our songs

They lift us higher and higher and higher and higher

And there are those, an' they don't understand (hey, hey)

What it means to sacrifice, everything that you have

And that dream in your hand can be gone in a flash

But as for me and TeX, we still holding fast

And I'm a problem

Everywhere I go, I'm a problem

Everybody knows I'm a problem

Yeah, yeah, I'm a problem, yeah, I'm a problem (yeah, yeah, aye, aye)

Madchild walk in the room and it's bad news

Half city boy, half country boy with tattoos

Crazy white boys that makes you nervous

'Bout to get wild like we out in sturges

Total psychos on motorcycles

Trucks behind us to hold the rifles

So watch your mouth 'cause if we don't like you

Lift up my shirt, hot a strap and knife too

Riding into town and my goons just landed

Here with my boys and the moonshine bandits

Little pit, but I'm built for the fight

Got an old red cap and it tilts to the right

Yeah, from the West Coast, really I got two thoughts

Listening to Tupac, Willie on the jukebox

Don't get boxed in, don't get cooped up

Handlebars raised, muscle car souped up

Little beast jacked and I got bad bitch

And I don't talk much cause my rollie talk shit

Boy want a problem? K, you got one

Pull up in a truck with a Glock and a shotgun

Only hang out with the real ones (aye)

Trust me boy, you gonna feel one (aye)

They got a problem then I'm gonna solve 'em

Revolver I'm packing a steel one (bang)

I'm a problem

Everywhere I go, I'm a problem

Everybody knows I'm a problem

Yeah, yeah, I'm a problem, yeah, I'm a problem

I'm a problem