Problems Ray Vaughn (Ft. Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]
Let 'em light up a square, Billy Jean in the air
Kept it a hunnid like a Air Force pair
If they don't gimme the chair, I clown 'em all, boy, this shit is unfair
Behind closed doors, I'm still gon' be forever aware
Let 'em label me a backpack rapper turned to a school shooter
All they top five get hit, unless they cool tutors
I took a chance like Monopoly, now who's stoppin' me?
I'm watchin' out for all the weird vibes and the animosity
Just holdin' on to God's hand, a whale on dry land
Fuck they time span, in my season, I won't die bland
'Cause in a way my whole lane is free like I-10
It's like I spend every day in the chokey, I'm locked in
And my grandma house is my sanctuary, I can't get carried
Fruit was hangin' low when we play on Cherry
The angel dust we servin' could taint the fairies, we staining dairies
Raised with bad culinary, we was taught to make it barely, yeah

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Cocaine stickin' to your gums like tables
If you don't like the shit, then you can leave like Basil
His back got batteries, we jump 'em like cables
The feds on scope, so feins peelin' off the labels
I don't really want to hear that shit, nigga
I don't really want to hear your problems
I don't really want hear that shit, nigga
If you don't like it go and get a job