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[Verse 1]
Problem
You don't really want a problem
But now you motherfucking got one
Are you looking for a problem, problem, problem?
[Verse 2]
5AM, cops at my door
Let's go find out what they knocking for
This could be a problem we couldn't afford
But they won't find the dope 'cause it's under the floor
[Verse 3]
Looking at my Rollie, it's about that time
Before I leave the crib, I gotta cock that nine
(Click, clack)
We roll deep, need two or three sprinters
Looking like the last supper when we eat dinner
Paparazzi make me lose my cool
Don't try to play me 'cause I'm not that dude
Fuck the law, 'cause my name ain't Jude
I'm a born leader, I don't follow the rules
[Verse 4]
Sss, I got a short fuse
Why stick to fingers, I leave your face bruised
Who can't pay when a **** pay's due?
Ain't no way, ain't no way we can't lose
I'm a watermelon, chicken-eating, blunt-smoking, Henny-drinking
Guts open, always creeping
Dice rolling and we scheming
Might blow for any reason
Eyes glow, I see a heathen
Double crossing, don't' believe us
Still battling an inner demon
Hold it now
Hold it now
[Verse 5]
When we come round terrorizing your town
When I wrote my rules and we out on the prowl
If you didn't know it, you knowing it now
I always be a motherfucking problem child
We the ones everybody warned you about
Better stay clear when you see us around
If you didn't know it, you knowing it now
I'll always be a motherfucking problem child
[Verse 6]
Onyx coming through
We raising hell
Just saw the devil, we blazed a L
A few of us spend a couple days in jail
We use the tour money to raise the bail
Everywhere I go, you know I got the crew with me
The boy keeping one hunnid like two fifties
Weed in the telly, that's another two fifty
Wet towels at the door, but the weed was too piffy
[Verse 7]
I'm a problem child
I be throwing tantrums
Drank too much and threw up in the Phantom
I'm known for coming up with anthems
Make **** start throwing up they hand guns
You keep away, I start stomping my feet
Having a fit, breaking everything in my reach
I got a breathe deep and count to ten
One, two, three, fuck that shit
Hold it now
Hold it now
[Verse 8]
When we come round terrorizing your town
When I wrote my rules and we out on the prowl
If you didn't know it, you knowing it now
I'll always be a motherfucking problem child
We the ones everybody warns you about
Better stay clear when you see us around
If you didn't know it, you knowing it now
I'll always be a motherfucking problem child
[Verse 9]
Problem
You don't really want a problem
But now you motherfucking got one
Are you looking for a problem, problem, problem?
[Verse 10]
Problem
You don't really want a problem
But now you motherfucking got one
Are you looking for a problem, problem, problem?
Written by: A. Grigg, Fred Scruggs, Kirk Jones, N Furlong, Samuel Jackson Madill
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