Kinta - Problematic

I cause all these problems
You know I'm problematic
But no one helps me solve them
They don't wanna feel that static (They don't)
I know that it's shocking
My life gets so climatic (Yeah)
But my angers getting heavy
And higher than your attic ha
I cause all these problems
You know I'm problematic (Ok)
But no one helps me solve them
They don't wanna feel that static (They don't)
I know that it's shocking
My life gets so climatic (Yeah)
But my angers getting heavy
And higher than your attic
Niggas are fake they fraud
Talking all tough while they show ones, you niggas are broke not broad (Yeah)
You're close minded and dumb as fuck, don't try fuck shit on god
Trying to be something you're not
Trying to get the shit I got
You're gonna get your wig split on the red dot (Bitch!)
Niggas can't foil the plot (They can't)
Thinking they got me where they can stop me no dumb bitch you thought
I'm humble and free like A$AP Rocky but no I don't get caught
When I go brazy so don't get near me I'm something you can't stop
I'll make all y'all drop
But I think it's funny
Niggas love doing that flashing and flexing but always ask for money
I'm just dashing, while never crashing I'm gonna chase that money
Don't think I'm bashing I don't know you bum niggas, y'all just funny
And no I'm not your buddy
You caught me in a bad season (Bitch)
I'm just talking shit, I don't feel shit, I don't have a reason (I don't)
Stomping in your town just to blow up like it's treason (Ok)
I don't even know why I'm like this what is the meaning?
Dust my mind off, spring cleaning
I cause all these problems
You know I'm problematic (Yeah)
But no one helps me solve them
They don't wanna feel that static (They don't)
I know that it's shocking
My life gets so climatic (Yeah)
But my angers getting heavy
And higher than your attic (Bitch)
I cause all these problems
You know I'm problematic (Yeah)
But no one helps me solve them
They don't wanna feel that static (They don't)
I know that it's shocking
My life gets so climatic
But my angers getting heavy
And higher than your attic
But I cause all these problems
And none of it even matters (It doesn't)
It's just gonna make me madder (It is)
It's just gonna make me badder (It is)
It might even make me sadder
But who really gives a fuck?
They just want food for their platter
They try to take all my food just so they can go get fatter
And I'm not with all that chatter (I'm not)
I'm not with all that fuck shit
My boy Brick will let the bucks hit
Keep yo shit on tuck bitch
Don't even move yo damn lips (Don't do it)
Or I'll let loose with these big clips
Knock the bones out of yo hips
I cause all these problems
What the fuck am I doing?
What the fuck am I thinking?
It feels like I've been spinning (Yeah)
Like I spent my last few days drinking (Ok)
I guess I'll let that do the thinking
Grab the champagne to start sinking
And pop the top off, no Lincoln
I'll keep causing problems bitch I love being problematic
And no ones gonna kill me you're all pussies scared of static (Haha)

Written by:
Kenneth Miller, Roland Caulker

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