J. Cole - Problems lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Problems lyrics]
Dear Mrs bill Collector
I know you just doing your job
Don’t mean to disrespect you
But we’ve been going through this
Thing since way back
I told you when I get the
Dough I would pay back
But, I got problems baby yeah
If you only knew
I got bigger problems baby, yeah, hey
So why you talking about the money that I owe
Like as if I didn’t know man
It don’t mean nothing to me
Cause right now I got my little boy crying
And my grandmother dying
Could you please, stop fucking with me
Listen here, I ain't looking for no tears
But my brother got a year
And my Momma keep smoking that shit
On top of that, I’m broke
Please put that in your notes
For the next one to call
Me up talking that shit and then ahana
Hey dear, Mr policeman
Ay am I wrong
Ain't you suppose to keep the peace man?
I coulda swore that I
Was driving pretty peaceful
So why the hell is you pulling over me fo'?
Is it this black Mercedes?
Oh naw I get it, I get it, I get it
Or cause I’m Black, hmmm maybe?
Yeah, hey tell me why my hands start sweating
And I hold my breath every time
That you get behind me
I turn my music down so
You won’t hear a sound
Man I’m nervous like I got
A couple pounds on me
You pulled me over, you frown on me
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip
Every nigga in this whip
Gotta motherfucking college degree
And then ahana unh
Yeah, my middle finger to the law
I'm busting off, tryna touch the sky
My teacher said impossible but
I’mma fucking try plus how he gon’ tell me
He don't make the rules
There’s niggas dying every day man
We don’t make the news
Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm
Cyclones timmy got his bike stole
Top story: Tiger Woods be fucking
All these White hoes
Anchorman stop snitching cut to commercial
He be texting all his side bitches
Hey my goodness, how ironic
On trial for possession of some chronic
My lawyer came to court
Man he was higher than a comet
Hey your honor, is you kidding
How you sit above me
Are you perfect motherfucker
How you finna judge me?
When you home you don't cuss
Drink and puff like us?
These cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff
They hate they jobs and they days
Be fucked up like us
At the end of the day you niggas just like us
You niggas just like us
I know you just doing your job
Don’t mean to disrespect you
But we’ve been going through this
Thing since way back
I told you when I get the
Dough I would pay back
But, I got problems baby yeah
If you only knew
I got bigger problems baby, yeah, hey
So why you talking about the money that I owe
Like as if I didn’t know man
It don’t mean nothing to me
Cause right now I got my little boy crying
And my grandmother dying
Could you please, stop fucking with me
Listen here, I ain't looking for no tears
But my brother got a year
And my Momma keep smoking that shit
On top of that, I’m broke
Please put that in your notes
For the next one to call
Me up talking that shit and then ahana
Hey dear, Mr policeman
Ay am I wrong
Ain't you suppose to keep the peace man?
I coulda swore that I
Was driving pretty peaceful
So why the hell is you pulling over me fo'?
Is it this black Mercedes?
Oh naw I get it, I get it, I get it
Or cause I’m Black, hmmm maybe?
Yeah, hey tell me why my hands start sweating
And I hold my breath every time
That you get behind me
I turn my music down so
You won’t hear a sound
Man I’m nervous like I got
A couple pounds on me
You pulled me over, you frown on me
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip
Every nigga in this whip
Gotta motherfucking college degree
And then ahana unh
Yeah, my middle finger to the law
I'm busting off, tryna touch the sky
My teacher said impossible but
I’mma fucking try plus how he gon’ tell me
He don't make the rules
There’s niggas dying every day man
We don’t make the news
Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm
Cyclones timmy got his bike stole
Top story: Tiger Woods be fucking
All these White hoes
Anchorman stop snitching cut to commercial
He be texting all his side bitches
Hey my goodness, how ironic
On trial for possession of some chronic
My lawyer came to court
Man he was higher than a comet
Hey your honor, is you kidding
How you sit above me
Are you perfect motherfucker
How you finna judge me?
When you home you don't cuss
Drink and puff like us?
These cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff
They hate they jobs and they days
Be fucked up like us
At the end of the day you niggas just like us
You niggas just like us