Classified, Spesh K, Mic B, J-Bru, J Bizzy - Problemz lyrics

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

I mix this like black magic
I got problems and bad habit's
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
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
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

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

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

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

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

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

I ain't tryin' to say that I'm a crack addict
But, I got some bad habit's 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