[PROD. MEEJ.]

19-
But I got game like an ancient nigga.
That’s word to Tunechi.
Don’t care if you throw me the coochie-
I still ain’t your nigga.
This hoe tripping.
Acting like we ever dated.
She like;
“I hate you nigga.”
I know I’m the problem.
Iron to my head like a Golem.
They asking me how do I solve it?
I will when I kill myself.
They hate when I feel myself.
She won’t ever heal herself.
I just wanna build my wealth.
And love my family in stealth.

And love my family in stealth.
I don’t need any help.
I’ll end my life again-

Before I go back.
I still got my ties in the raq.
I’m glad that I learned it in school-
No love for a rat.
I don’t got love for a thot.
Im so exhausted.
Im giving all that I have.
I went from playing with blocks.
To serving the block.
And back.
That’s just my path.
I used to sit in my box-
And pace in my room.
At school;
They’d all sit and laugh.
But I can’t blame them niggas.
Now I just thank them niggas.
They made me change who I am.
…For better or worse.
You decide it.
I’ve been living in hell for the longest-
And I’m no longer able to hide it.

I get paid off pain I bask in-
Bring them racks in.
That nigga said he a scammer but ain’t on the onion.
Why you capping then?
1k chase niggas down-
Hit foe in his knee.
Did him like Caepernick. 
Nigga I’m King Of The Hill.
I’m Collin out to God-
Not asking him.
“When you give me death-“
“Make sure it’s when I’m done with this rapping”.
I got a story tell.
It’s my own-
It’ll be past tense.
Maybe someone needs me to be myself for them.
That’s what I imagine.

At night I can’t close my eye lids.
I’m plagued with violence.
I just made the same song again-
“Look what I did.”
Last name King.
Furthest thing from Royal highness.
That hoe just a fling.
She gon scream-
When I get behind it.
She said she won’t leave-
That’s okay we know she lying.
All alone again.
And she knows it.
Notice I miss.
I’ve been in my FL-
Isolated like an island.
I know that it doesn’t look like it but-
I’m still trying.

19-
But I got game like an ancient nigga.
That’s word to Tunechi.
Don’t care if you throw me the coochie-
I still ain’t your nigga.
This hoe tripping.
Acting like we ever dated.
She like;
“I hate you nigga.”
I know I’m the problem.
Iron to my head like a Golem.
They asking me how do I solve it?
I will when I kill myself.
They hate when I feel myself.
She won’t ever heal herself.
I just wanna build my wealth.
And love my family in stealth.

And love my family in stealth.
(I don’t need any help.)
(I’ll end my life again.)

I'm The Problem.

MEEJ.