Lyrics PROBLEMS - Beam

PROBLEMS

Yes, I need respect
Need it more or less
Vipers take advantage when they see you blessed
Keep the button up just to hide the «S»
Keep the glasses so my vision isn’t stressed
See a phony nigga from the east and west
Please no more games, I don’t need the chess
If you foul nigga, I don’t need a ref
I am not a hawk, I don’t need a Jess
I’m a eagle nigga, can you see the nest
Young wade got the cross number tress
Father, son, Holy Ghost, intellect (whoa)
Father, son, Holy Ghost, intellect (whoa)
From a little youth life never used to gimme no problem
Now look at you turn man whoa how we a go solve them
Listen to your heart boy, you don’t have to listen to your conscience
Listen to your heart boy (eh)
Don’t need dumb nigga syndrome
Lord God I pray for wisdom
Also I pray you listen
Please let me in Your kingdom
My heart is for yo vision
Real is just what I’m giving (yeah)
Real is just what I’m giving
Beam, you don’t have to sell your soul
Just to make another pot of gold
Take mistakes like a pot of gold
That’s how you make yo problems go
Come back like the prodigal
Bolting through every obstacle
Always stick with ya instinct
Have faith in impossible
But sometimes the pressure be getting the best of me
Hit up the dealer to please give me ten a g
I need good vibes just to pick my energy
Darkness feel right and the light feel like sesame
This seed was planted since i could remember g
I cannot tell if my friends are my enemies
When my back against the wall
I give the baggage to Him for serenity
From a little youth life never used to gimme no problem
Now look at you turn man whoa, how we a go solve them
Listen to your heart boy, you don’t have to listen to your conscience
Listen to your heart boy