Problem by Just B. Polo Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Just B. Polo]
I told them "Fuck it"
Everything I do is underestimated
Kill a track, investigate it
Bring it back and respirate it
Give me daps, I'm happy to wait for you to attack me
While I leave your face redder than sun poison and acne
Back to telling everybody how my life is
Even if they question all this money that I'm tight with
Look I'm putting 60 in my tank and now
There's 10 up in my bank account
But music that I'm making now
That be fucking priceless
I'm a rapper with a key correct flow
With some fans saying they can't wait to see my next show
But these bitches hate and say to take a seat on death row
So my dudes point them out and tell them "GTFO"
I'm the type to go and spike another punch bowl
They've been saying "How the fuck have I been getting drunk though?"
They know that all I really need are these 88 keys
And a drum to make beats, 6 strings
And my one throat
Making records directly directed at people who
Wreck it and they might hear it and say they respect it
They say 30's the new 20, rude is the new funny
So respect your elders ain't gonna be making you new money this year
Everybody say they feeling the flow
My cousins found a lane, now we stealing the road
While these others catch a plane, because they ain't feeling at home
So it's like my ancestors never came off the boat
I touched down in Madrid, trained it to Barcelona
Now I'm hoping, sitting, wishing the journey was never over
Because I'm barely ever sober and smoking more than a Rasta
Hit it like Piazza, but these bitches love Sosa
That's the Problem
[Hook]
That's your mother fucking problem
X8
[Verse 2 - Just B. Polo]
I never was a laxer bro
But my stick is getting cradled by some ratchet ho
Putting everything up in my pot like it's a casserole
People taking shots at me, problem is that their facts are old
So actual, they shooting at themselves like they're Plaxico
I'm the dude that everybody want to know
Gossip and the rumors, you can drop it like deronomo
I've been known to knock a city down like it's a domino
But I've been on the Island, pretty lonely like "I'm on a boat"
Dark night, and it's colder out
I'm all talk no bite, take his molar out
I'm Luke warm, but then decide to take the colder route
Now I'm hot dog, you should ketchup, hold the kraut. (What?)
I'm the youngest, you the oldest
I'm the hottest, you the coldest
I'm on top, ad you below this
I'm your ex-girl's Facebook status. Did you notice?
I'm sitting to play my cards, and all these haters play to fold it
(Oh shit!) Kill a verse, send it to the grave yard
Running for the top and you forgot to see the race start
MOMA isn't needed, see the kid and you can face art
Plus I'm staying faded, like a pencil with erase marks
[Hook]
(What?)
I told them "Fuck it"
Everything I do is underestimated
Kill a track, investigate it
Bring it back and respirate it
Give me daps, I'm happy to wait for you to attack me
While I leave your face redder than sun poison and acne
Back to telling everybody how my life is
Even if they question all this money that I'm tight with
Look I'm putting 60 in my tank and now
There's 10 up in my bank account
But music that I'm making now
That be fucking priceless
I'm a rapper with a key correct flow
With some fans saying they can't wait to see my next show
But these bitches hate and say to take a seat on death row
So my dudes point them out and tell them "GTFO"
I'm the type to go and spike another punch bowl
They've been saying "How the fuck have I been getting drunk though?"
They know that all I really need are these 88 keys
And a drum to make beats, 6 strings
And my one throat
Making records directly directed at people who
Wreck it and they might hear it and say they respect it
They say 30's the new 20, rude is the new funny
So respect your elders ain't gonna be making you new money this year
Everybody say they feeling the flow
My cousins found a lane, now we stealing the road
While these others catch a plane, because they ain't feeling at home
So it's like my ancestors never came off the boat
I touched down in Madrid, trained it to Barcelona
Now I'm hoping, sitting, wishing the journey was never over
Because I'm barely ever sober and smoking more than a Rasta
Hit it like Piazza, but these bitches love Sosa
That's the Problem
[Hook]
That's your mother fucking problem
X8
[Verse 2 - Just B. Polo]
I never was a laxer bro
But my stick is getting cradled by some ratchet ho
Putting everything up in my pot like it's a casserole
People taking shots at me, problem is that their facts are old
So actual, they shooting at themselves like they're Plaxico
I'm the dude that everybody want to know
Gossip and the rumors, you can drop it like deronomo
I've been known to knock a city down like it's a domino
But I've been on the Island, pretty lonely like "I'm on a boat"
Dark night, and it's colder out
I'm all talk no bite, take his molar out
I'm Luke warm, but then decide to take the colder route
Now I'm hot dog, you should ketchup, hold the kraut. (What?)
I'm the youngest, you the oldest
I'm the hottest, you the coldest
I'm on top, ad you below this
I'm your ex-girl's Facebook status. Did you notice?
I'm sitting to play my cards, and all these haters play to fold it
(Oh shit!) Kill a verse, send it to the grave yard
Running for the top and you forgot to see the race start
MOMA isn't needed, see the kid and you can face art
Plus I'm staying faded, like a pencil with erase marks
[Hook]
(What?)