Problem Lyrics Bfrnce

Yeah, you know it is, Tyrant

Frnce, you dig

Yeah, look

I have been dealing, with it on the, low

This life, it is not, a joke

I got way, too many problems

And, it is a mission to solve, em

While, doing the most, I went through the, most

I might have up, my dome

I guess ,I am gone be a, problem

I can not be solved, that’s the, problem

Gas ain’t it, and that’s something, they know

Talk like, they it when they, jokes

I think, we gonn have a, problem

Don’t worry, I am sure I can, solve it

Word on, the street is that Frnce bout, to blow

You better act like, you know

I am a serious, problem

Now, it is time to deal with the, problem

I had to deal, with myself

I kept it, real with, myself

I am not illing, myself

Had to relearn, how to live with, myself

Scared by, the feelings I’ve dealt

all the feelings, I felt

illed, it even when, I fell

Hell raised, now I am bout to, raise hell

Look at the cards, I was dealt with

Jokers Aces Kings but had to keep, dapping

with it, coz I gotta get, cash in

spirit greater than, I imagined

Follow, the movement, or fall with the, losers

Still that hood, ga that booze up and, zoot up

But coz depth, of my low was just, too much

Looked up to God, then I feel like, I am too up

Now, I am bout to do too, much

As if I ain’t already, done too much

Doubters, and hater

You bout to doubt, and hate too much

Life, for a ga been too, rough

Y’all, might tell me that I am too, tough

Said, I won’t make it? you, bluffed

All you hoes, which I am too, cuffed

Now a ga, never give two

Unless, you talk true bucks, with that 2 bucks

I am Simba, when he just met ,Timon and Pumba

Back on, my it now, mathata? ,hakuna

Though, I got 99 other, problems

But, I am all hunnid, so I know I ama, solve em

I ain’t picking up, unless it is money, calling

No more, Mr Nice Guy, Casso what you, call me

I have been dealing, with shit on the, low

This life it is not a, joke

I got way too many, problems

And ,it is a mission to, solve em

While ,doing the most, I went through, the most

I might have, up my dome

I guess, I am gone be, a problem

I can not be solved, that’s the, problem

Gas ain’t it and that’s something, they know

Talk like, they it when they, jokes

I think, we gonn have ,a problem

Don’t worry, I am sure, I can solve it

Word on the street, is that Frnce, bout to blow

You better, act like you, know

I am a serious, problem

Now it is time, to deal with the, problem

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