Problem

[Verse 1: Sayla]
Why should I be biting my tongue? Wrong
I plan to rise up, let the pretentious niggas lie on
I got my grit, luck and a whole lot of hustle
Body to brain muscle, got my Gordy on my Russell
I'm so not Cudi, never solo dolo
I'm so not Drizzy, I don't free from my phone
When I drop - freeze, I'm more cold than I'm warm
I can't wait, I got to blow, fuck I'm a time bomb
I feel thunderous, take cover when I brain storm
No venom in this system, I'm a python
Ima get real - Pinocchio
Come deep - Falletio
You niggas talk alot but ya'll say nothing though
I got a problem when I breathe
My lungs say stop, but my mind say proceed
They say I'm so low key, so socially awkward
But they say Sayla's a homie, now who's socially conscious, huh?

[Verse 2: SonaOne]
Another day goes, another dollar spent
Every time I make a Ringgit see another bottom bent
I'm living two lives; one filled with fun and joy
The other one I'm living can't stand that I'm unemployed
Wake up, pay up later with a thunder noise
Pissed off with the thought of buying ciggies with a bunch of coins
Money rules, now obey like shit fairy
If you can't abide by it gonna get pop like red cherry
Want to be the big boss humpin on the secretary, but
Every girl I'm fuckin thinks we're going to get married
Do what I gotta do, rules and alot of do's
Round like piranahs chew
Fly like a cuckatoo
Classic like Shaka Zulu
Half of your opportunist pass on this opportunity
I have to sock it to you
Shit is getting old, fucking dinosaurs
Ya'll vagina-saurs, the fuck ya'll rhyming for