The Problem

LETRA

The Problem

[Intro]
(Logic)
(Logic)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
What's the problem, ni***? What's the problem, ni***?
'Cause we both got the same twenty-four hours, ni***
What's the problem, ni***? What's the problem, ni***?
Eat by yourself, you must wanna get devoured, ni***

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Ayy, why you get down on your ni***?
You ain't have to stay up late and sit out on them niggas
You didn't have to park the whip to get out on them niggas
Nowadays that back door open, tryna get out on a ni***
It's a hit out on a ni***
Shots go off, make you have to get out on your ni***
You don't want this smoke, you better sit it out on this one
I'm movin' how I'm 'posed to move, I'm stayin' out the way
These niggas gon' break all the rules, so I don't wanna play
Pull an Unclе Ice, they tryna kidnap your lil' daughter
Know how thеy got the lo', they put a tracker on your Charger
The streets gettin' dumb, so you gotta be smarter
Gotta ride behind that tint and keep them clippers like a barber

[Chorus: Juicy J]
What's the problem, ni***? What's the problem, ni***?
Why you hatin' if a ni*** goin' harder than you?
What's the problem, ni***? What's the problem, ni***?
They got they eye on your food 'cause they starvin', ni***
What's the problem, ni***? What's the problem, ni***?
'Cause we both got the same twenty-four hours, ni***
What's the problem, ni***? What's the problem, ni***?
Eat by yourself, you must wanna get devoured, ni***

[Verse 2: Logic]
Bitch, I'm bringin' the realest in
It's some killin' of record, no Guinness
When I said it, I meant it
If hip-hop's a family tree, I'm the illest descendant
Familiar with the bars like a defendant, I hope you never attempt it
Hattori Hanzo with the mic, it's fight or flight or push your whole set back
Rap bebop, bitch, I'm jet black
Life tried to take mine young just to get back
Only setback, I ain't get a billi' yet
Fuck a million, bitch, I'm one of William
What you think Bill short for? The four-door
Logic and Juicy J on this album hotter than Mordor
Back in the day, I rode the bus in the wayback
Now I'm in the back of the Maybach in a lay-flat, like, take that
Bumpin' James Brown, Payback
Niggas that hate on Logic deep down know that they wack
Smokin' zushi at Nobu, I always stay with a pack
My tables turn by turnin' my tables like A-Trak
I know a couple dealers got keys like A flat

[Outro: Logic]
Sippin' on some, sip, sip
Sippin' on some, sippin' on -zurp
Sippin' on some, sip, sip
Sip-sippin' on some, sip, sippin'
Hey, feel like my mind on the edge almost every day
Came from the bottom, I done made it out to get paid
Feel like my mind on the edge almost every day
I know that someone gon' feel me today
Feel like my mind on the edge almost every day
I came from nothin', from nothin', I'm tryna get paid
Tell me what you know about havin' a vision, but the world always wanna doubt
Bitch-made motherfuck*** only want the clout
They don't know 'bout what it takes, they don't know 'bout the mistakes
I do this for the greats 'til the day I see the gates
Goddamn, I'm feelin' great, money in the safe
Pull up in a Wraith, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Sippin' on some, sip, sip
Sippin' on some, sippin' on -zurp
Sippin' on some, sip, sip
Sip-sippin' on some, sip, sippin'