The Problem Lyrics – Juicy J, Logic

Read the complete The Problem Lyrics by Juicy J and Logic along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Juicy J’s music, you can also explore Live And In Color and Discussion I, two other songs by Juicy J.

[Intro]
(Logic)
(Logic)
(Y-y-y-yeah)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
What’s the problem, n!gga?
What’s the problem, n!gga?
‘Cause we both got the same 24 hours, n!gga
What’s the problem, n!gga?
What’s the problem, n!gga?
Eat by yo’ self, you must wanna get devoured, n!gga
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
And while you get down on yo’ n!gga, you ain’t have to stay up late and sit out on them n!ggas
You didn’t have to park the whip to get out on them n!ggas
Nowadays that back door open tryna get out on a n!gga
It’s a hit out on a n!gga
Shots go off, make you have to get out on yo’ n!gga
You don’t want this smoke, you better sit it out on this one
I’m moving how I’m ‘posed to move, I’m staying out the way
These n!ggas gon’ break all the rules, so I don’t wanna play
Pull a uncle Ice, they tryna kidnap yo’ lil’ daughter
Know how they got the lo’, they put a tracker on yo’ charger
The streets getting dumb, so you gotta be smarter
Gotta ride behind that tint and keep them clippers like a barber

[Chorus: Juicy J]
What’s the problem, n!gga?
What’s the problem, n!gga?
Why you hating if a n!gga going harder than you?
What’s the problem, n!gga?
What’s the problem, n!gga?
They got they eye on yo’ food ’cause they starving, n!gga
What’s the problem, n!gga?
What’s the problem, n!gga?
‘Cause we both got the same 24 hours, n!gga

What’s the problem, n!gga?
What’s the problem, n!gga?
Eat by yo’ self, you must wanna get devoured, n!gga

[Verse 2: Logic]
B!tch, I’m bringing the realest in
It’s a killing of record, no Guinness
When I said it, I meant it
If hip-hop’s a family tree, I’m the illest descendant
Familiar with the bars like a defender, I hope you never attempt it
Tory (??) with the mic, it’s fight or flight, or push yo’ whole set back
Rap bee-bop, b!tch, I’m jet black
Life, tried to take mine young, just to get back
Only setback, I ain’t get a billi’ yet
Fu*k a million, b!tch, I’m one of William
What you think Bill short for?
The four-door, Logic and Juicy J on this album, hotter than more door
Back in the day, I rode the bus in the way back
Now I’m in the back of the Maybach
And I lay flat, like, take that
Bumping James Brown, payback
N!ggas that hate on Logic deep down know that they wack
Smoking zushi at Nobu, I always stay with a pack
My table turned by turning my tables like a track
I know a couple dealers, got keys like A-Flat

[Outro]
(Sippin on some (??))
Hey, feel like my mind on the edge almost every day
Came from the bottom, I done made it out to get paid
Feel like my mind on the edge almost every day-ay
I know that someone gon’ feel me today
Feel like my mind on the edge almost every day
I came from nothing, from nothing, I’m tryna get paid
Tell me what you know about having a vision, but the world always wanna doubt
B!tch-made motherfu*ker’s only want the clout
They don’t know ’bout what it takes, they don’t know ’bout the mistakes
I do this for the greats ’til the day I see the gates
Goddamn, I’m feeling great
Money in the safe, pull up in the Wraith, oh yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
(Sippin on some (??))