PROBLEMS - Beam

Yes, I need respect

Need it more or less

Vipers take advantage when they see you blessed

Keep the button up just to hide the «S»

Keep the glasses so my vision isn’t stressed

See a phony nigga from the east and west

Please no more games, I don’t need the chess

If you foul nigga, I don’t need a ref

I am not a hawk, I don’t need a Jess

I’m a eagle nigga, can you see the nest

Young wade got the cross number tress

Father, son, Holy Ghost, intellect (whoa)

Father, son, Holy Ghost, intellect (whoa)

From a little youth life never used to gimme no problem

Now look at you turn man whoa how we a go solve them

Listen to your heart boy, you don’t have to listen to your conscience

Listen to your heart boy (eh)

Don’t need dumb nigga syndrome

Lord God I pray for wisdom

Also I pray you listen

Please let me in Your kingdom

My heart is for yo vision

Real is just what I’m giving (yeah)

Real is just what I’m giving

Beam, you don’t have to sell your soul

Just to make another pot of gold

Take mistakes like a pot of gold

That’s how you make yo problems go

Come back like the prodigal

Bolting through every obstacle

Always stick with ya instinct

Have faith in impossible

But sometimes the pressure be getting the best of me

Hit up the dealer to please give me ten a g

I need good vibes just to pick my energy

Darkness feel right and the light feel like sesame

This seed was planted since i could remember g

I cannot tell if my friends are my enemies

When my back against the wall

I give the baggage to Him for serenity

From a little youth life never used to gimme no problem

Now look at you turn man whoa, how we a go solve them

Listen to your heart boy, you don’t have to listen to your conscience

Listen to your heart boy