Problems

Lyrics

[Intro - eerie synth drone, rapid hi-hat rolls, pitched-down ad-libs whispering "problem"]

They got a problem, yeah, bitches got a problem
(Ad-lib: Problem, problem – echo fade)

[Verse 1 - aggressive 808 bass thumps, trap hi-hats snapping at 160 BPM, snarling male rap delivery with double-time flow]
Step in the shadows, I creep with the venom, bitches talk tough but they fold like a lemon
Eyes on the prize, but they blind to the menace, I flip the script quick, leave 'em lost in the trenches
Haters assemble, but they crumble like dust, fake flexin' online, in the streets they get bust
I ride with the demons, no peace in my soul, pour the lean in the cup, watch the world lose control
Bitches got beef, but they bark from afar, pull up with the squad, turn they dreams to a scar

[Pre-Chorus - tension build with rising synth stabs, chopped vocal samples, rapid ad-libs "what? what?"]

They whisper my name, but they fearin' the flame
Got a problem? Say it, step up to the game
(Ad-lib: Problem – distorted echo)

[Chorus - explosive drop, massive sidechained 808s, heavy snare rolls, auto-tuned gang vocals chanting hook]
Bitches got a PROBLEM, yeah they always got a PROBLEM
Talkin' that shit, but they fold when I holla
Bitches got a PROBLEM, runnin' they mouth, now they hollow
We pull up demonic, leave 'em screamin' tomorrow
(PROBLEM! PROBLEM!) Echo in the night, no escapin'
(PROBLEM! PROBLEM!) Bitches breakin', hearts vacant
(Ad-lib: Yeah, got a problem? – layered shouts)

[Verse 2 - darker tone, glitchy vocal chops, relentless trap hi-hats accelerating, gritty ad-libs spitting fire]
Back from the grave, resurrected with rage, bitches plottin' but they stuck in a cage
I feast on the weak, pick the bones of the frauds, diamond teeth gleamin' while they beg for applause
No love in the streets, just the cold and the steel, feel the heat when I spit, make the whole block kneel
They envy the throne, but they scared of the crown, I laugh in the dark as they all tumble down
Bitches got envy, turn it to a frenzy, I body the beat, leave the mic in intensive

[Bridge - stripped 808 pulse, haunting vocal harmonies, slow-build tension with rising pitch bends, whispered threats]
Slow it down now... you feel that?
The problem's comin', no runnin' back
One shot, one kill, that's the code we crack
(Ad-lib: Crack... crack... building snare fills)

[Final Chorus / Drop - ultra-aggressive maximal drop, distorted 808s rumbling, full trap orchestra with siren synths, hyped crowd chants and ad-libs overlapping]
Bitches got a PROBLEM, yeah they ALWAYS got a PROBLEM
Talkin' that shit, but they fold when I holla
Bitches got a PROBLEM, runnin' they mouth, now they hollow
We pull up demonic, leave 'em screamin' tomorrow
(PROBLEM! PROBLEM! PROBLEM!) Louder, chaotic gang vocals
(PROBLEM! PROBLEM!) World shakin', no survivors
(Ad-lib: Got a problem? Say it louder! – fading echoes)

[Outro - decelerating hi-hats, dissolving synth fog, pitched-down final ad-lib "problem... gone"]