Lyrics What's the Problem (feat. T Jam) - Muxaveli

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoo! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh
And I say, what's the problem? Gotta solve em
You got some issues? Gotta resolve em

So tell me my G, what's the problem? Gotta solve em
You got some issues? Gotta resolve em
So tell me my G, what's the problem
Reminiscing about the old times

Let go of who or what's left behind
The business, if it ain't mine, the mind in mine
Cause we all gotta sometimes read between the lines
See the signs, move forward, ain't no looking behind

As I grind and grind, it's time to shine
Or just get left behind
Why just wait as the stars align
Lord give me a sign, am I about to shine

Answer the question, I ain't looking for suggestions
As I am following my passion
Everything is premeditated
There ain't no set of rules to the rise or a condition

Cause I am a God, body and old fashioned
Look into my eyes, you see the soul inside
I am that guy, that's him
What's the problem? Gotta solve em

You got some issues? Gotta resolve em
So tell me my G, what's the problem? Gotta solve em
You got some issues? Gotta resolve em
So tell me my G, what's the problem

A picture perfect life, an artist always paints it
But the struggle to survive, ain't everyone gonna relate with
So stay strong, keep your head up and watch for hoes
The closest ones, those turn out to be foes

But who knows how your story would go
We all got them hands, but only some know how to throw
So, so, over these beats as I flow
Feeling that glow as I shoot these bars out

Like an arrow from the bow, standing with their top
They are dope, no dope, yeah I am a late bloomer
So my rise, I planned it slow, planned it slow
So what's the problem? You win some, you lose some

If you never tried, you ain't getting none with the excuse
I am done, so till that bitch start em
To keep her legs wide open, here I come
We gonna have children, make a lot of money together

And then some, you are my John
Now let's have some fun, now let's have some fun
What's the problem? Gotta solve em
You got some issues, gotta resolve em

So tell me my G, what's the problem
So many claims, but what have I won
So many years, but what have I done
Been hitting some and missing a ton

Finally I hit the home run
And honey, nothing I've shunned
Wins don't fall back, every Steve in Austin got stunned
Every Stallion in Houston to every Nicky

I've been giving a hickey, been sizzling to every SZA
As she rolls up RAW on this Rizzla
Those are the dreams of a hustler
You gotta respect my game, I've been ducking my fame

While you all are tucking those things
Your bitch doesn't know about me
But she knows my name been going up the rails
I ain't a big shark in a small pond

Like 007, word is bond
I've been jumped over it
While you've been quit and just sit
Crying about different days, same shit

I've been making it in every way I hit
So what's the problem
So what's the problem
So what's the problem