Problems

I don't wanna be the guy you don't trust
And so I over do my honesty it's caused a couple blow ups
Gotten close to the most sus, real cold stuff
A weak mind let the ego speak so tough
Make a small man feel so robust
No love, no pity for a shitty person
Pray one day you upgrade to a pretty version, your stuck
Takes time, motivation, and some focus, but
Most people clueless
Most people talk a lot but lack the balls to back it up or prove it
That's why it's hard for me to be exclusive
I need commitment I need what others attempt at doing
Communication'll get you farther than getting through it
I need water less than I need music
I need father God watching over my every movement
Watch my opposition call it out when the evil brewing
Imma keep on doing me
And that's just how it should be yea
That's just how it should be
All the guilt, all the pain that I keep
All the greed, all the cheap shots fucking up my sleep can you please not
You got places you could be, please stop
I got 99 problems
They ain't coming from a bitch but I got em
I got problems
And I don't ever know how I got em
Every year my age change it brings new arrangements
It's necessary, It's scary, it's never painless
Gotta do what you gotta do just to flip the pages
Gotta do what I gotta do just to get to stages
It ain't impossible promise my mama Imma make it
Create a following across the globe and all the nations
Every lyric is analytical observation
Airing out what other rappers couldn't think of saying
Self awareness the clearest form of actualization
Have some merit and stare at the shit you think you facing
It's in the mirror you fear of not reaching expectations
The here and now can make a hero so adhere to maintenance
Put the work in, purpose, patience
Deeper than the surface it may hurt on some occasions, but a curtain close is what we all evading
Throw some flowers at my feet before the theater vacant
I want victory and y'all can keep your hatred
Just take a seat
And that's just how it should be yea
That's just how it should be
All the guilt, all the pain that I keep
All the greed, all the cheap shots fucking up my sleep can you please not
You got places you could be, please stop
I got 99 problems
They ain't coming from a bitch but I got em
I got problems
And I don't ever know how I got em