I'm A Problem Songtext

Been there for 10 plus 10 with the pen
And I'm still top 10 and probably do it again (come on)
200 million views on the tube
Mortgage high, so I got me two
Nascar track when I led the pack
Another fuckboy lapped when I grabbed a plaque
No cap there's straps in the back of my home
Tell my governor, "leave me alone" (fuck you)
You on my block got a flag in the wind
Gauge with a dog and a hog in the fridge
Right in your wall where the bumpbox hits
You can call the law but don't call me a bitch
Silverado in the Colorado cold
With a bucked up bottle
Just getting stoned

Slowing down my spit
So you rookies understand
How to leave a long legacy
Build your fucking brand I looped around the country
I made a couple mil
Guess I'll have to put you broke rappers
Back in my will

I'm a problem
Everywhere I go I'm a problem
Everybody knows I'm a problem
Yeah, yeah, I'm a problem, I'm a problem

Never dreamed we'd make it this far, in the beginning
So many irons in the fire, we can't stop winning
Looking down on all of the avenues that we've paved, well
You're welcome boys for all the fortune and lanes we made for you
That's right, them boys from the west coast
When we light up the stage, we share it with ghosts
Of shiners passed on, their lives in our songs
They lift us higher and higher and higher and higher
And there are those, an they don't understand
What it means to sacrifice, everything that you have
And that dream in your hand can be gone in a flash
But as for me and tex, we still holding fast

And I'm a problem
Everywhere I go I'm a problem
Everybody knows I'm a problem
Yeah, yeah, I'm a problem, I'm a problem

Yeah, yeah, aye, aye
Madchild walk in the room and its bad news
Half city boy, half country boy with tattoos
Crazy white boys that makes you nervous
Bout to get wild like we out in sturges
Total psychos on motorcycles
Trucks behind us to hold the rifles
So watch your mouth
Cause if we don't like you
Lift up my shirt
Got a strap and knife too
Riding into town and my goons just landed
Here with my boys and the moonshine bandits
Little pit but I'm built for the fight
Got an old red cap and it tilts to the right
From the west coast, really I got two thoughts
Listening to Tupac, Willie on the jukebox
Don't get boxed in, don't get cooped up
Handlebars raised, muscle car souped up
Little beast jacked and I got bad bitch
And I don't talk much cause my rollie talk shit
Boy want a problem? k, you got one
Pull up in a truck with a glock and a shotgun
Only hang out with the real ones (aye)
Trust me boy you gonna feel one (aye)
They got a problem then I'm gonna solve em
Revolver I'm packing a steel one (bang)

I'm a problem
Everywhere I go I'm a problem
Everybody knows I'm a problem
Yeah, yeah, I'm a problem, I'm a problem
I'm a problem