Problems (feat. Symz)

I dedicate this to my grandma Who made it from Guyana Surviving in America and speaking broken grammar to a grandson with a mission Fuel by the ambition till I'm flying but they check me like I'm conducting some terrorism A born citizen But doesn't matter cuz they looking at the pigment they wonder what religion is he studying huh Well...salam alaikum I wish em peace and even smile at em with missing teeth Been given grief but now I'm leaving peeps in disbelief With the presence man I might as well be santa An outkast from Atlanta Or a lion out of Africa Hunting in the savannas I'm hungry for the answer and I bet you know the question Like why the fuck we here and everybody fucking guessing Christians say it's Jesus Muslims say Muhammad I'm just giving gratitude I promise to pay homage If life can be Bahamas everywhere then fuck a dollar They be steady paying ballers while they shitting on our scholars go ahead and pop a bottle College ain't the model we don't gotta fucking follow we just young and mogul minded That's the motherfucking motto Yes we got a problem We just go where the wind blows So how we gonna stop them Telling us lies right in front of our eyes And all we do is watch them We gotta wake up why we sleeping so much Yo we gotta survive Stay alive yea Saving up for my tomorrows Reflecting on my yesterday Smiling through the sorrows Cannot let the present get away While looking for better rate With interest they fucking me Cannot help a brother why should I support your company Why these hoes down to die and claiming that they loving me Wait a couple weeks and now they done with me so suddenly I guess they wanna comfortably Work a fucking dead to end and I ain't down for settlements unless its reparations Emphasize my words my lyrics filled with exclamations They asked me why you angry all you need is medication President investigations fuck an explanation I remember they made fun of me, Now they wanna fuck me, they couldn't even fuck with me It's just a bunch of fuckery, you better bring your cutlery A chef up in the studio ain't country but I'm cutting beats God keep me sucker free Bless me with integrity and wisdom for the luxury cuz Yes we got a problem We just go where the wind blows So how we gonna stop them Telling us lies right in front of our eyes And all we do is watch them We gotta wake up why we sleeping so much Yo we gotta survive Stay alive yea Focused and I'm selfish Gotta make self right I call it being righteous on the mic, no exception Giving no attention even though a hoe is texting Devil on my shoulder go ahead and send a message Back to being to selfish ain't nobody helping me I vote Obama now the karma got us white supremacy That even white people agree So I viva la vida my family bon appetit Mi fadda tell me go deep Deeper then marijuana and opium poppy seeds Hallucinating on shit you probably never would see I gotta take it slow cuz god got it for me Even though negativity is all around me I see Yes we got a problem We just go where the wind blows So how we gonna stop them Telling us lies right in front of our eyes And all we do is watch them We gotta wake up why we sleeping so much Yo we gotta survive Stay alive yea