Uh, This beat sound like burr stick em

For all these rappers trying to go hang, me and my gang, we about to lynch em

Im too gifted baby tell Santa Clause I ain't never really needed Christmas

I been pimping, had he paid attention

See about three of his ho's missing

I got no problems getting at him

In the evening, getting at him

I mean no Eve, I'm getting Adam

Like a email, getting at him

I'm making him run home, batter bat em

Pure comedy while we attack him

I'd rather go cop a Phantom, than go fathom

Chicks wrapped around me like I'm Saturn

Ain't no planet bigger than me baby

I'm new crack, this is the new eighty's

I want cash, I ain't tryna clash

I don't wanna mash, bruh it's all gravy

I got people hating in my city, tell them that's your ass you don't wanna embrace me

Boy with this hip-hop, I go brazy

Just like Tyrese, I'm waist deep

Ou, inspiring to take flight

You do me wrong and I'm gone get you right

Eww in the summer, yeah your body come up

Because in the winter you gone be in ice

All of my green come great, ripe

All of my verses litty yeah spiked

All of my bars knock out, Mike

Wanna play Holyfield, i'll bite

Huh, act like they don't wanna hear

Well, I got ears for souvenirs

Make my toast, then go cheers

To me myself and I in the mirror

I've been building this for years

I got the light, ain't got to hunt a deer

It just come to me when it's near

I got the head shot with the spear

Uh, filling in the empty space

Single and busy, I'm not tryna date

I'm too hot for your little drip

You hang around me might evaporate

Rappers in stove, brody grabbed the plates

This meal got a winners after taste

I still got Ish I'm trying to face

Can't sit down, setting shit straight

Too many problems I can't count

So many problems I can't think

Too many problems I can't count

So many problems I can't think

Too many problems I can't count

So many problems I can't think

Too many problems I can't count

So many problems I can't think

Uh, Mr. Big say so

I pray for what you slave for

You move ahead wit your little bread

I don't move till I make loaf

Rappers, they knowing not to come close

Flow got the recipe to make ghost

I got this blade, better watch your Adam's apple or its fruit ninja wit your throat

Hold up, she see me instantly, then get on my tip expeditiously

Got damn she'll jump off a cliff for me

She gone be a part of my history

Got bros with maps, they'll trip for me

Do you like paper and rip the sheet

I do like Jay, go get a B

But get out the way like Memphis Bleek

Crazy man, I done lost my noodles

I hang with pits, feeding steroids to poodles

They gave me pain and I made them boys boo-hoo

I played my cards right in this game of Uno

Lil' Brown thick baby, wanna see what you do

That yellow one piece, be my lil Yoohoo

That Coco puff make a brother go cuckoo

I stick her up, but I am not into voodoo

String on shoe loose, because I know I been tripping

And not to mention, I got airplane tickets

A fly guy making airplane engines

The flow triumphant, don't you dare say different

The flow been packing, pistol gripping since infant

It's too realistic, he don't need real equipment

I stay consistent, talking full-blown commitment

I hit a Doobie, then report back to mission

Its too many problems I can't count

So many problems I can't think

Too many problems I can't count

So many problems I can't think

Too many problems I can't count

So many problems I can't think

Too many problems I can't count

So many problems I can't think