Futuristic - I'm A Problem lyrics

[Futuristic:] Yeah! Stop that, any show, I betta rock that When I drop that, Everybody finna' cop that n***a pop that, gettin' brain like a tophat Ahead of my time, somebody rewind the clock back And your boy keep goin', flex on a hater like my name Hulk Hogan Scared em, Fear Factor, Joe Rogan You sing to a n***a like yo name Frank Ocean "Oh sh**, did he just say that? Let me replay that Yup, he did, I'm way mad This the type of sh** that really make me hate rap" Calm the f** down, ASAP I'm Futuristic, You recordin' on an 8-track And I got flow like I been rockin' a wave cap Pop up in the maybach, Put on the face mask Let the AK (CLAP) Blow off ya name tag (haa) That's typical sh**, but me ain't no typical kid I got a typical chick, in a typical whip, but I promise baby girl this ain't no typical dick I'm lyrically sick, mentally blessed, physically I'm pretty legit And I told this chick to dip like a chip, her n***a ain't say sh** like a typical b**h I'm the biggest problem you can't solve it, math equation I'm the future I see the future like That's So Raven I'm goin' hard just like a bo*er but no masturbation I'm spittin' on all of these hoes, ejaculation [Hook:] Houston we have a problem Houston we have a problem Houston we have a problem I'm a problem, Can't nobody stop em! [x2] [K.I.D:] K.I.D too real n***a, bars artist, still n***a Your songs don't hit at all, you spit sh** I don't feel n***a You walk like you wear heels n***a, you thought you gonna pa** fo me Spit flames like propane, you thought you goin' gas me? Never that cause I'm never wack, n***a I don't stop till the song done Tell these guys to keep the hoes I'm the type of n***a they mom want Your dad thinks I'm a great guy because I call him mister So when I'm done with your mom, he wants me to date your sister (Wow) Pow! Right in the kisser, Runnin' sh** so long that I got blisters This is my world because I'm a star, I'm solely sorry you not on my system dog Oh you do this super duper, can't keep up, you's a loser You could have a moped, you could have a boat, you could have a bike, you could have a scooter You could have Steve Jobs build a computer n***a I'm a problem and you can't solve it Calculators, hours later, and all you n***as is gettin' it wrong It's not your fault you're hella dumb, Bein' this real is hella fun, Yeah Me and Futuristic, f** your heart, show me statistics dog [Hook] [SK4MC:] Start that, I'm a show you where the heart at Doin' this a lifetime, show you where my art at Pull my dick out, yo momma had a heart attack Leave the mic, fishing rod, now it's just an artifact You're official like NFL replacement referees I was bigger than your daddy, actually when I was 17 Out in Vegas, with your momma, and her recipe For destiny, Destruction, and a thousand hits of Ketamine Kyle the Problem, Futuristic the Problem, SK4MC the Problem b**hh (Can't nobody stop em!) On the porch, like a pimp and sh** Never used crutches but I gotta limp and sh** I heard y'all n***as want beef, well tonight I fixed up shrimp and sh** It's imminent that your feminine, and your pockets make a synonym For a dinner made of Mickey D's and a king-sized bag of M&Ms I'm the- I'm the biggest problem f** your life, eat jerky bacon In the- In the future I gave you sutures hospital patient If you're trying to solve it, you must have little patience Kyle, Futuristic, SK on the track (This time you're wastin') [Hook]