12 Problems Rapsody

[Intro]
Yeah, y'all bogus
Real goofy
I ain't never lost focus
Nah, y'all bogus

[Verse 1]
Yeah, the dark flesh Bob Mar'
Speak mine, what you thought dem 99 problems was?
War on drugs, legality
They got us on fallacies
Resorted in casualties
I was supposed to resort in the Maldives
Now, we in the rallies, now
Boxin' in IG now, boxin' like Ali
In the memory pourin' Hennessy and Bumbu shot reachin' for the ID
Get off my neck, nigga, 'less you a Cuban link ('less you a Cuban link)
I think like the Cubans (Like the Cubans)
Think you'll never get Assata back
Wе got ya back T Mallory
Carry on like a Prada bag
My dogs wit like they quartеr lab
In the backseat of a patrol car, that's luck they ain't call the coroner
Should be hall of fame, corridor (Corridor)
The way we run it back (The way we run it back)
You'd think it's 63 (63)
I'm thinkin' 60 3's (60 3's)
Hunnid and eighty degrees
Get ya shit straight, Mr. Police
Did the same thing to Cochise
Did the same thing to Rhaheem
Did the same thing in our reality, y'all bogus