Crm - What’s Your Problem lyrics

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh
Uh, uh, uh huh, uh (A-A-Answer on the beat)
Ahem!

It seems like I'm bringin’ nothin'
New to the table (Table)
Finally got my shit together
No longer unstable
I'm doin’ all this on my own
Don't need help from a label (Nuh uh)
Soon, I might be in jail or dead
So I must be grateful (Thank God)
I'll do what I wanna do
Fuck all your opinions (Fuck ‘em)
I used to have no aim or goals
Now I got more precision
Try sayin' that shit to my face
You won't hurt my feelings
If you think this is all I got
It's only the beginnin'

So, what's your problem with me
Tryna do what I love
What’s your problem with me
Tryna have some fun
You think I’d care about you
But I really don't give a fuck
So, what’s your problem with me
‘cause I ain't done nothin' wrong

I can see that you've made your assumptions
(Assumptions)
Tryna predict what my next move’s gonna be
(What's it gonna be)
I'm independent, yeah
I did it with nothin' if I want respect
It'll have to be quality over quantity
(Quantity) boy, I can tell it's my
Music you ain't lovin' (Nah)
You ain't a fan of me
You just another wannabe (You is)
I'm scorin' all my goals
Like I'm scorin' buckets (Shoot)
You think I won't make it far, bitch
You gonna see (You gonna see)
I've gone through so much pain
It just feel numb to me (Numb)
Don't wanna fuck your bitch
I just want her company
(Kinda do wanna fuck her though)
Wanna get a reaction
You can have your fun with me
But you'll never catch me slippin'
‘cause I can't fall asleep (I can't)

So, what's your problem with me
Tryna do what I love
What's your problem with me
Tryna have some fun
You think I'd care about you
But I really don't give a fuck
So, what's your problem with me
‘cause I ain't done nothin' wrong
Crm (AU) gOD DID dJ Khaled

What's your problem what's your problem
What's your problem
Tell me, what's your problem with me

You just desperate, you just want my credit
This all real, no edit
Destroyin' every contestant
Trust me, this ain't pleasant
Just go back to your cesspit
Or if you don't want none of this
Then find the fuckin' exit
Y'all livin' in my shadow
Smoke the opps like tobacco
Y'all dissin' on the net, at home
While I'm tryna make that cash flow
I don't get calls from no trap phone
Fans wavin' arms like backstroke
Last person tried to hate on me
Ended with a broken backbone, No cap

So, what's your problem with me
Tryna do what I love
What's your problem with me
Tryna have some fun
You think I'd care about you
But I really don't give a fuck
So, what's your problem with me
‘cause I ain't done nothin' wrong

What's your problem what's your problem
What's your problem
Tell me, what's your problem with me
What's your problem what's your problem
What's your problem
Tell me, what's your problem with me, 6018