Problems (feat. Symz)

I dedicate this to my grandma
Who made it from Guyana
Surviving in America and speaking broken grammar to a grandson with a mission
Fuel by the ambition till I'm flying but they check me like I'm conducting some terrorism
A born citizen
But doesn't matter cuz they looking at the pigment they wonder what religion is he studying huh
Well...salam alaikum
I wish em peace and even smile at em with missing teeth
Been given grief but now I'm leaving peeps in disbelief
With the presence man I might as well be santa
An outkast from Atlanta
Or a lion out of Africa
Hunting in the savannas
I'm hungry for the answer and I bet you know the question
Like why the fuck we here and everybody fucking guessing
Christians say it's Jesus
Muslims say Muhammad
I'm just giving gratitude I promise to pay homage
If life can be Bahamas everywhere then fuck a dollar
They be steady paying ballers while they shitting on our scholars go ahead and pop a bottle
College ain't the model we don't gotta fucking follow we just young and mogul minded
That's the motherfucking motto
Yes we got a problem
We just go where the wind blows
So how we gonna stop them
Telling us lies right in front of our eyes
And all we do is watch them
We gotta wake up why we sleeping so much
Yo we gotta survive
Stay alive yea
Saving up for my tomorrows
Reflecting on my yesterday
Smiling through the sorrows
Cannot let the present get away
While looking for better rate
With interest they fucking me
Cannot help a brother why should I support your company
Why these hoes down to die and claiming that they loving me
Wait a couple weeks and now they done with me so suddenly
I guess they wanna comfortably
Work a fucking dead to end and I ain't down for settlements unless its reparations
Emphasize my words my lyrics filled with exclamations
They asked me why you angry all you need is medication
President investigations fuck an explanation
I remember they made fun of me, Now they wanna fuck me, they couldn't even fuck with me
It's just a bunch of fuckery, you better bring your cutlery
A chef up in the studio ain't country but I'm cutting beats
God keep me sucker free
Bless me with integrity and wisdom for the luxury cuz
Yes we got a problem
We just go where the wind blows
So how we gonna stop them
Telling us lies right in front of our eyes
And all we do is watch them
We gotta wake up why we sleeping so much
Yo we gotta survive
Stay alive yea
Focused and I'm selfish
Gotta make self right
I call it being righteous on the mic, no exception
Giving no attention even though a hoe is texting
Devil on my shoulder go ahead and send a message
Back to being to selfish ain't nobody helping me
I vote Obama now the karma got us white supremacy
That even white people agree
So I viva la vida my family bon appetit
Mi fadda tell me go deep
Deeper then marijuana and opium poppy seeds
Hallucinating on shit you probably never would see
I gotta take it slow cuz god got it for me
Even though negativity is all around me I see
Yes we got a problem
We just go where the wind blows
So how we gonna stop them
Telling us lies right in front of our eyes
And all we do is watch them
We gotta wake up why we sleeping so much
Yo we gotta survive
Stay alive yea