Problems Snow Tha Product

[Intro]
We all got problems
I been looking and searching
We all got problems
(We all got problems)

[Verse 1]
I got, I got, I got problems
I got bitches all in my shit
I been all up, all up on positive but
I’m close to losing my grip
I been killing game like coffin
Had a cough so long ‘cause I’m sick
That shit wasn’t even a clever bar
I can’t beat this cold and I’m pissed
I swear I’ve had torn vocal cords since twenty-ten
How in the fuck do I get through events?
How do I tour more than most of you rappers
Meet every fan, shake hands and kiss kids?
Humbleness shit something I’ve been
Tryna kick I’ve been thinking y'all kids
Incompetent when it’s all this ignit
No bars, all fiction, no frauds, to get rich
So fuck it then, y'all gonna have to pardon my ruggedness
I’ma win, I was tryna keep it one hunnit and
'Cause half of ya don’t even double-check the amount
Brag but don’t even got a checking account
Bitches better give this shit a rest and be out
Yes little mex best flex checks running out
Tryna keep it humble, got my fans stressing me now
Yelling “Snow put the fucking Cortez in a mouth!”