I'm A Fuckin' Problem Lyrics - Singles - J Lethal

I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I stay high 

Eastside nigga, until the day they bury me 

3-1-3 nigga until six men have to carry me 

Fuck them fuck niggas, on that fuck shit 

Flow stay retarded so you know I gotta spit 

And I shouldn't have to tell you that I'm still that man 

Putting all these trash rappers in a garbage can 

Say the word, and I'm right back at it 

Cooking rhymes in the booth like I'm serving up addicts 

I'm better than good, I'm better than great 

I'm the King of my city and you niggas still late 

Bouncing with the beat like a box-spring mattress 

If good equals ill then my haters need to catch this 

My mixtapes be better than some niggas albums 

I'm high up in this bitch like I took a hit of valium 

Mind too advanced, call me Professor X 

I'm a curse to these niggas, that means I'm a hex 

I'm raw like a dick in the pussy with no rubber 

And I'm still the best b, that's word to my mother 

Even when the beat stop I'ma keep going 

Even when the beat gone I'ma just keep flowing 

I can rock it acapella, niggas love to talk a lot but no one else could do it better bitch 

I'ma ride 'til I die, choppa on my lap, pussy niggas gonna fry 

Thug life bitch, don't get ya ass kicked 

Then I take ya bitch to my crib and get my dick licked 

I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I stay high 

Rolling up that purple weed that got a nigga feeling zooted 

If that bitch ain't trying to fuck then she straight getting booted 

Pull up to the scene with that Bruce Wayne money 

Got a couple bad bitches and they love to count it for me 

And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish a nigga would 

Get dropped to the ground like a pussy nigga should 

Ask about me motherfucka, yeah I got a lot of fucking problems 

If you think you big and bad then come and try to fucking solve 'em 

Number one stunna 'til my motherfucking death 

Still got this game on lock like house arrest 

Bitch I am divine, are you out of your mind 

'Cause ya know I gotta shine, yeah you know I gotta grind 

Twenty four seven, three sixty five days a year 

Killing competition, and I shed not a tear 

Killing all these rappers, and no I'm not sorry 

Swanton Bomb to your track, bitch I'm Jeff Hardy 

It's Jay F. Tae invading everybody playlist 

Hopefully remembered as the motherfucking greatest