New Problems

Yeah

New Problems

One

I met this chick in Idaho after a show I did with Hopsin

Took her back to the hotel, oh my God it was awesome

First time I spent the night with a lady so gorgeous

Thought I was in love with her when I woke up to her that morning

We just clicked

I wanted to take her on the rest of the tour, she was down with it

My manager told me let time pass, wait

So I ended up flying her out for the five last dates

It was better than before

Never would have thought

I'd be with a random girl that I met with on the job

Couldn't tell if I was falling for her or tripping because of her

S**t, I got comfortable on them comforters

We were basically dating for the week

She flew back home, I flew back home, I made it in one piece

But she was falling apart, texting me every moment

Telling me she's sick of home, I was just homesick

'cause when I got home I felt like I was kind of over it

I stopped hitting her up; she started noticing

I was new to it, didn't realize how deep I was in

Till she sent me snapchats of cuts deep in her skin

Some suicidal s**t

Telling me that I'm supposed to be with you so if we're not together there is no reason why I should live

Now I'm under the table texting her subtly

Praying that this chick don't kill herself because of me

New problems

New problems

Don't tell my momma 'bout all these new problems

New problems

Two

This ***** ass snake is tryna sign me

When I met him few years ago he was that guy to me

He knew all my favorite rappers personally

It blew my mind when he said he wanted to work with me

And before I could even digest what he said to me

He literally already had people calling who said they want to invest in me

Damn, thought I was in a dream

First time homies with somebody in the industry

Thought I was 'bout to blow up; I was overwhelmed

Thinking to myself, is it really supposed to go this well?

So before I made a move

I told him before I agree to anything, prove to me what you can do

He set up a video shoot, it was a nightmare

He put money behind it but didn't care about my ideas

Arguing over the creative direction

I said **** it, I ain't doing this, I scrapped the whole session

Then I made the song Exception

Thinking I know this one is powerful, he's gotta love it, I gotta send it

He said he liked it but he wants to edit

So he got a new beat, corny hook and turned it to a pop record

This dude's tripping

Acting like a baller but now I know that he's not 'cause he's treating me like a dollar

Just another check off his checklist, check to deposit

Now demanding 20 percent for the work he put on this

He ain't did s**t

Subliminally hinting to me he gon' blackball me if he don't get s**t

He know everybody in the game; they're gonna believe him more too

I want to tell him suck a ****, but I can't afford to

New problems

New problems

Please don't tell my momma 'bout all these new problems

New problems

Three

Got a couple bucks now so I'm skeptical

'bout where I put my time, I'm busy all the time and I feel terrible

'cause I've been slipping up

Spending all this time with fake friends I got family members I ain't hitting up

But I don't want to hear anyone judging my choices

If they don't know what it feels like to go from completely avoided

To somebody that everybody is talking about

It don't even feel the same when I walk in my house

New rumors 'bout me every single day

Like he don't want to chill with us, he rather chill with Sway

He think he's better than us

He think he's moving on

I go out, pretend to be social, just to prove them wrong

But I ain't see my dad in a month

I only see him for dinner; we're still acting like that's good enough

But I've been blowing him off like I'm busy and stuff

To the point it don't feel the same when he's picking me up

You know when you're comfortable enough with someone that you could be in complete silence and it wouldn't be awkward?

Well, it's awkward between us, I'm bothered

So I ask stupid questions just to keep him talking

Like how is your job? How is your mom?

How did I get here from writing these songs?

I go to my homies' houses and I'm jealous of them

'Cause they see their dad as a dad, I see my dad as an old friend

I bet he's afraid to bring it up

'Cause he can see I'm under pressure even though I act like I don't give a ****

Acting like I'm ready for this

Acting like I'm cooler

Acting like I'm not afraid of the future and all my new problems