Problem Child

Andrew Meoray

If ignorance is bliss then I'll never get a grip (Grip)
I'm the wake-up call to make these rappers call it quits (call it quits)
Hell boy is back again straight from the pits (The pits)
I never wanted anything except to make em pissed
Perfect mix of ignorance and some sophistication
Never popping pills but, Feel I took a red one in the matrix
Questioning the skills will gets you killed I got more bars than vegas
I met all my idols and they seemed to be intimated (Intimated)
Wouldn't have lead me toward it just ignore it they wanna switch
I used think them now I'm not afraid to burn the bridge
Allergic to the bullshit every time you spit I start to itch
You wasn't with me in the cut you want a cut I'll never give
See I was treated poorly It's funny how I'm getting rich
See I could never tell a lie Linking and make it look promising
I don't got time for beef except the beef that's in the fridge
I meat expired rappers who expire till I'm vomiting

I think I'ma need afloat but, I'm never saying nada tho
I got a problem that I'm afraid I cannot control
I got inner demons that I think that shouldn't provoke
I keep them bottled up I think that might explode

I loosen up my grip but, I don't got one
Started at the top and now I'm at the bottom
I could probably get a therapist and blossom
BUT, IT'S BETTER TO CAUSE A FUCKING PROBLEM

Spend a thousand on the rent then double all my sales
Take my girl down to senell feeling rich as hell
Got her like my wallet both are looking thick as hell
Fresh and dash she might fuck around and kill herself
Ay that's my baby girl might take her down no bobbies
Haters wanna smoke I'd be like dude
See all the beef is fake these rappers be like tofu
I'm never clapping back because I can walk the walk and show you
Like goodness gracious how are yall this shameless
Always tryna take a shot at me but, you bussing like a waitress
I'm the illest motherfucker out here wishing it was contagious
Y'all could never get ahead of me my homie you too brainless
Why you sleeping on me still my shit is stainless
Every time I hit a beat it's first degree but, quick and painless
At the top, it's only me I'm comfortable this shit is spacious
If you want a space to be a star I'll send you somewhere weightless bitch

I think I'ma need afloat but, I'm never saying nada tho
I got a problem that I'm afraid I cannot control
I got inner demons that I think that shouldn't provoke
I keep them bottled up I think that might explode

I loosen up my grip but, I don't got one
Started at the top and now I'm at the bottom
I could probably get a therapist and blossom
BUT, IT'S BETTER TO CAUSE A FUCKING PROBLEM