I'm A Fuckin' Problem Lyrics

I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I stay high
Eastside nigga, until the day they bury me
3-1-3 nigga until six men have to carry me
Fuck them fuck niggas, on that fuck shit
Flow stay retarded so you know I gotta spit
And I shouldn't have to tell you that I'm still that man
Putting all these trash rappers in a garbage can
Say the word, and I'm right back at it
Cooking rhymes in the booth like I'm serving up addicts
I'm better than good, I'm better than great
I'm the King of my city and you niggas still late
Bouncing with the beat like a box-spring mattress
If good equals ill then my haters need to catch this
My mixtapes be better than some niggas albums
I'm high up in this bitch like I took a hit of valium
Mind too advanced, call me Professor X
I'm a curse to these niggas, that means I'm a hex
I'm raw like a dick in the pussy with no rubber
And I'm still the best b, that's word to my mother
Even when the beat stop I'ma keep going
Even when the beat gone I'ma just keep flowing
I can rock it acapella, niggas love to talk a lot but no one else could do it better bitchJ Lethal - I'm A Fuckin' Problem - http://motolyrics.com/j-lethal/im-a-fuckin-problem-lyrics.html
I'ma ride 'til I die, choppa on my lap, pussy niggas gonna fry
Thug life bitch, don't get ya ass kicked
Then I take ya bitch to my crib and get my dick licked
I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I stay high
Rolling up that purple weed that got a nigga feeling zooted
If that bitch ain't trying to fuck then she straight getting booted
Pull up to the scene with that Bruce Wayne money
Got a couple bad bitches and they love to count it for me
And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish a nigga would
Get dropped to the ground like a pussy nigga should
Ask about me motherfucka, yeah I got a lot of fucking problems
If you think you big and bad then come and try to fucking solve 'em
Number one stunna 'til my motherfucking death
Still got this game on lock like house arrest
Bitch I am divine, are you out of your mind
'Cause ya know I gotta shine, yeah you know I gotta grind
Twenty four seven, three sixty five days a year
Killing competition, and I shed not a tear
Killing all these rappers, and no I'm not sorry
Swanton Bomb to your track, bitch I'm Jeff Hardy
It's Jay F. Tae invading everybody playlist
Hopefully remembered as the motherfucking greatest