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whole song: F#m B Gm
|Verse 1|
F#mOkay. I ain't even gonna flex, it's Sunday.
B GmAin't even up next, but one day, you gonna put this tape in, hit the replay.
F#mGon' vibe when you ride.
Chill to the music, feeling what I'm putting inside.
BDealing with your vulnerable side.
GmThis Go hard and I ain't even try.
F#mClose your eyes, just vibe with me.
Do or die for life, really.
BWhen I'm riding, he drive with me.
GmGreat spirit is my Siri.
F#mNavigate through the ways of the land.
Demonstrate when I kneel or I stand.
B GmGive me grace when I don't understand which way is the best, know God's got a plan.
F#mThroughout my life, my hands stayed dirty.
Down to ride when it's necessary.
BWalk a line, I got no worries.
GmTake my time, I'm in no hurry.
F#mBrothers died so my eyes blurry.
'Nother ride to the cemetery.
BLive your life, you know death coming.
GmBlow the vape and we gone, homie.
|Hook|
F#mYou don't really want no problem.
B GmYou don't really want no problem.
F#mMan, you don't really want no problem.
BYeah, yeah.
GmYou don't really want, you, you don't really want no problem.
F#mYou don't really want no smoke, let 'em say what they say.
B GmLet 'em talk, let 'em talk.
|Verse 2|
I remember back when I was down bad broke, they would still talk, they would still crack jokes.
They was laughing at the kid, now they all take notes.
Trying to ride my wave, but I built this boat.
They gonna speak on my name like my in they throat.
Bitch, my foot on they neck 'til they motherfucking choke.
Man, I started from the ground up, vacuum seal the pounds up.
Snakes in the grass, I done sprayed the weeds with Roundup.
They done made me act up, they be trying to act tough.
No plan B, bitch, I didn't have a backup.
Music all I had, now I'm running up a tab.
CEOs trying to call me, all the labels want me back.
Give some money to my mama, give some money to my dad.
If you fucking with the fam, I'ma fuck around and blam, blam.
Shit, man.
Yeah.
|Hook 2|
You don't really want no problem.
You don't wanna end up in a coffin.
Littles on the internet talking but won't Do when they see me out walking.
Get off my dick, man, these bitches just riding.
I promise that they don't really want no problem, want no problem.
Tell 'em, Jam.
You don't really want no problem.
You don't really want no problem.
You don't really want no problem.
You don't really want, you, you don't really want no problem.
|Verse 3|
We live in a society where nobody's doing things quietly in the land of broken promises.
And they be speaking about it from in a place where they hide and nobody can find 'em because they anonymous.
The cowardly people that's taking up space.
Say they divine but look like they fell from grace.
Speaking their mind, but who said it was your place? Say it online, but wouldn't say it to my face.
It's more like a fantasy or like a fallacy to challenge me or battle me at the bodies that competed with me.
'Cause what you hear is too true, fear it, Do you, premier it, guru, when you step in the arena with me.
Body bags, toe tags, so sad that we have to kill another adversary.
Preliminaries at the cemetery will be the very end of me.
I don't know whose body I'm finna bury.
Lyrically, I don't know whose cypher I'm finna spit in.
Physically, I don't know whose party I'm about to rock.
'Cause all I know is when it come down to doing this is blasphemy if you asking me if I'm gonna stop.
A monster within the method of my madness when it come to music, it make you check out my melody.
'Cause sometimes I use music as therapy.
But sometimes I use music as weaponry.
Twista, Jamway.
|Hook / Outro|
You don't really want no problem.
You don't really want no problem.
You don't really want no problem.
You don't really want, you, you don't really want no problem.
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