Keylo Da Beast - What's the Problem

What’s the problem
What’s the problem
Baby mamma thinks I’m not a good father
Every move I make I do this for my daughter
I know niggas who hate me cause I don’t follow
What’s the problem
What’s the problem
Don’t make me have to knock you out like I’m a boxer
I’m just tryna kick back like soccer
Remember having them lil ones pressed up against the lockers
Tell me if you got a issue cause I’m living my best life
Had to dodge a couple missiles cause some people just ain’t right
All the lies they told on me now I call them my ole homies
They got beef with me but they scare to roll on me
I be thugging I be grinding for my daughter
Baby mama say yo baby need her father
I can’t let the trap go out of order
I can’t let up now gotta go harder
I can feel the hate really intensify
I’ll never quit I’ll just hit retry
We some big dogs and they a small fry
They call me big key I got that stir fry
They lied on my name but look at what I became
She just want my last name
We back and forth like the waves
Tryna control me like a slave
Tryna play them mind games
I’m just tryna stay sane
Make y’all remember my name
What’s the problem
What’s the problem
Baby mamma thinks I’m not a good father
Every move I make I do this for my daughter
I know niggas who hate me cause I don’t follow
What’s the problem
What’s the problem
Don’t make me have to knock you out like I’m a boxer
I’m just tryna kick back like soccer
Remember having them lil ones pressed up against the lockers
No jump rope but I hop back I ain’t hard to find I’m where the guwap at
On my grizzie homie no cap hinging wit my dogs like a coat rack
Cashing out to bring the dope back elevating levels we own that
Lay you flat like a door mat disintegrate you make sure of that
In the party I’m on the wall posted up like a Facebook stat
I pop out like a jack in the box Seal up the game like a fix it flat
Ain’t nothing to major Lil wrist attack tryna throw a curve ball imma pitch it back
Sacrifice paper then get it back imma get lit and go where the boppers at
Once I start up ain’t no stopping that
Making sure I stay way from where coppers at
Once I start up ain’t no stopping that
Making sure I stay way from where coppers at
These niggas my mini me I can kill any me
Send it to heaven like r.i.p
My flo is immaculate pick up them calluses chasing these ben-gs is all i see
You talking a whole lot of nothing and bragging but you forgot about one thing
My team coming heavy we poping shit of so much you would think we at the gun range
Knocking shit out night quill nigga I ball grant hill
You rock the bench hand me a towel my body froze like I stand still
What’s the problem
What’s the problem
Baby mamma thinks I’m not a good father
Every move I make I do this for my daughter
I know niggas who hate me cause I don’t follow
What’s the problem
What’s the problem
Don’t make me have to knock you out like I’m a boxer
I’m just tryna kick back like soccer
Remember having them lil ones pressed up against the lockers

Written by:
Chivias Thompson

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