TheBeatPlug - Ya Problems lyrics

[Hook] Don't come to me with ya problems I'm f**ing off 'em Impossible, I'd help you prosper Hardheaded, can't get the message SMSing Good luck with your dream catching, no learning lessons [Verse 1] I do not want to hear It's inaudible and probable that it won't reach my ears It really ain't my issue that you cannot face your fears Probably your own reflection victim playing with them tears Texts getting blown when your boy in his zone Zoning out when you're on and I'm trying to watch my tone I ain't trying to pick a bone I just know in a few You're about to pull that sh** that you almost always do And I know that you are tripping but I'm not a last resort Damn near forgot the very thing that you had texted me for Insecure (boo-hoo), side who*es (boo-hoo) Boy issues (boo-hoo) - and there's more, who knew? I really wish I wasn't that reliable guy All their problems become mine and my a** ain't got time I ain't a vent nor is my a** a hotline I'd rather you place all your sh** online because [Hook] [Break] He don't deserve you, the show or the rehearsal You did what you supposed to, trust me, I know y- He don't deserve- The show or the rehear- You did what you supposed to, trust me, he don't- The show or the- Nah, he don't deserve you, shows or rehearsals Doing what you supposed- Look, I ain't gonna beat around the bush Your a** gonna take this advice today I ain't wasting this breath, I ain't wasting breath My breath too generous, my breath too handsome Get your a** a new man before I get my a** a new number It's that f**ing simple, I promise you that! Your a** gonna take this advice today I repeat, your a** gonna take this advice today! [Verse 2: Kayla Jordan] Don't ask me no questions I can't fix your problems Your whole life is trouble my whole life is awesome You ask for advice like I got the answers No I'm not Kanye, no I am not Sway No I do not pay no damn attention To n***as who dissing or n***as who snitching I'm into my own I'm all in my zone Let me do my game Your clan is too lame My style can't be tamed, my style is a hazard I'll burn the whole place down if I walk right past ya I'm whipping up this pot, your ho is a thot Aim at your chest turn your shirt to a crop top Don't ask for advice I'm through with your problems You thought you was flames 'til my flow had flossed 'em b**h Kendrick taught me this dick ain't for free So don't ask nothing unless you pay me Bih