(feat. J Bizzy, J-Bru, Mic B, Spesh K)



[Chorus]

We don't mean to be a problem

But every time we start talkin'

Somebody else got a problem

But we ain't really bothered, we say mother fuck 'em

We don't mean to be a problem

But every time we start talkin'

Somebody else got a problem

But we say fuck 'em



[Classified]

I mix this like black magic

I got problems and bad habits

I'm always talkin' to myself now like Fred Savage

I ain't the best, but I know I'm above average

Lookin' for my next meal but stuck out in left field; [and]

Smoke too much, I won't grow up

And we dope as fuck but no one's as broke as us

To make it in this game is a million to one

Unless you suck dick literally like William Hung; [oh]

Man, I got a problem hatin' on shitty rappers

I guess that's just me, I got a hate for shitty rappers

I know what I'm talkin' about

I'm like George Strombolopolous every time I open my mouth

That's the truth



[J Bizzy]

Excuse me, I'm tryin' to earn a mere buck or two

J Bizzy react like, "Who the fuck are you?"

Calm down, bomb towns like graph artists

Attack arists we lack hardest not in whack hardest

Eww, now that's pimpin'

So immature, I'll never grow up like Maggie Simpson

Don't wanna find a real job to make a livin'

I got problems, like when my weed baggy's missin'

I got berzerk, act like I can't work or function

Flippin' over all my furniture, rummagin'

For marijuana crums again

Cursin' and mumblin', my stomach stay rumblin'

I'm hungry as fuck



[Chorus]



[J-Bru]

Yo, I'm havin' problems; I suffer from manic depression

But I don't see a shrink and never take my prescription

My girl's wonderin' why my mind races

My have black, half white, "Why I'm so racist"

Nobody's perfect; And Women, love to date 'em

But can't keep 'em for too long cause I start to hate 'em

Try not to get too drunk

Cause one time my girl talked shit and I smacked her up

Oh fuck; My biggest problem gotta be

Watchin' Videos of MC's that's not as hot as me

This independent shit is kinda shady

Industry rule number four-thousand and eighty



[Spesh K]

Now a day, I put the pro in the problem

Cause I plan to get paid off of tellin' the causes

Raw is the reason I sleep in on Tuesday

Greed would explain why there's weed in my suitcase

Confuse my notes whole with a rail road

Confront the po-po, now I gotta get bailed out

Burnin' smokes across from the Nova Scotia hospital

Where the crazy folks all talk to ya

Be a carpenter like Jesus was

Cause they want you to do whatever Jesus does

Walkin' bare-foot on broken seacrum jugs

Young alcoholics like I need that buzz



[Chorus]



[Mic B]

I ain't tryin' to say that I'm a crack addict

But I got some bad habits like blazin' up in my dad's attic

My dad's had it, he wants me out of his house

Cause I ain't bringin' no bread and I'm eatin' all of his toast

I'm sorry father that I didn't get it together

I swear I'll hit you back once I'm gettin' some chedder

Mom's sittin' in the corner knittin' a sweater

Cause she knows soon that I'm gonna have to deal with the weather

I really just wanna be left alone

Sometimes I sit at home and I disconnect my phone; ya see

Since I'm sperm, seaman squerm

And certain people can't believe that I'm a decent person

Said, once I hit my pre-teens that means it curtains

Ya need to clean ya act up; this is the cleanest version

It's not like this demons workin' inside of me

I just want some privacy cause I'm a shy and I'm as high as can be