Stay-at-home fad - Deal With it lyrics

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] Through transmission I deem the best unfit I know I'm not the only one on that gangsta sh** Age is access I'm busting traps off the board yo Eating Bordeaux, momma had rewarded so n***as from my old hood still frigid Solve the problem and die by my own digits Even sh**faced I think of hoes But like a constituent I stir up those who thought they knew it Please, I'm no pathologist But I've seen you suffer from a safe distance Finna take a deuce off this ear tucked joint Like I'm robbing, make you do what Da Vicecrux say Realistically, only one in my way is Harrison But that's my mans; no comparison Scoop me up in the whip, I got the dutchie fresh To all my n***as getting 90s on the math tests [Hook][2X] You got a problem? deal with it Oh it's beef now? deal with it Grown man sh**, lemme deal with it If nothing works out I'mma move weight [Verse 2: Themba Ntaka] Punk hoes curse me out of bravura but cough up Cash flows make you think his aura was altered With the admittance, my world spins obdurate You n***as is toast and plus your dose is moderate Into dull affairs they breathed valued life Mad rough but I don't expect a psyche Forbes is like Wall Street, Wall Street like Huff Bagging stuff so money I might touch "necessity of compromise" makes you double check presidential lies Bubbled out when lack of fact becomes standardized Drunken stead to despair, meeting gray skies with sunken head n***a You see all my homies walk with creased boots But how from female attention I feel aloof Sweet a** n***a operating à la mode Man I got morals, f** the g code [Hook][2X] You got a problem? deal with it Oh it's beef now? deal with it Grown man sh**, lemme deal with it If nothing works out I'mma move weight