AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM Lyrics
America, America has a problem
Lamar
Terror line watcher, pgLang collar, 9-11 slider
Look at my garages, synced up
Get the genie out the bottle, and point it at any model
Lamar
What? What? What? Ayy, what?
Go, Stink, fuck it up, go, Stink, fuck it up
Go, Stink, that’s what’s up, go, Stink, I’m in love
Hey boo-boo, too much complexity to love me from goo-goo
My momma told me that the money outgrew you
My horoscope said I’m really out my noodle
I’m troublin’, I’m puzzlin’, it’s sudoku
Say, B, yes, America got a problem
Geeked up, choosin’ love, or they chose violence
Universal, please don’t play possum
I’m a business man doin’ as follows
Truthfully, I be lyin’ in my rap song
‘Cause I always fail to mention I snap, homie
His career didn’t come with no life insurance
Hope his day one fans got some facts on him
I’m an honorary Beyhive
Let’s see why them diamonds don’t be fly, they all CGI
You better get it off your chest like breast reduction
If she stressed over you, she stressed for nothin’
Hol’ up, wait a minute
Even AI gotta practice clonin’ Kendrick
The double entendre, the encore remnants
I bop like tin men, the opps need ten men
(Alpha) Billboard (riders), they know
(Bustas) not to hold (lotta), rightfully so
(Coacher) simmer down (Regattas), I go
(They got us) I go
Heard you got that D for me
Pray your love is deep for me
I’ma make you go weak for me
Make you wait a whole week for me (for me)
I see you watching, fiending
I know you want it, scheming
I know you need it, drug lord
You want it on you? Don’t I know
You need love, I need some too
Do you want this like it wants you?
Know that booty gon’ do what it want to
Can’t hit it one time, multiple
I know you see these rack-rack-racks on me
Now come and get hi-i-i-i-i-igh
20, 40, 80 out the trap, hit it with the rap
Put it on the map, then we right back (back, back, back)
Call me when you wanna get hi-i-i-igh
Tony Montana with the racks
Ivy P on my bag, double Gs on my dash
N****, I’m bad, I’m bad
Tell me when you wanna get hi-i-i-igh
Boy, you can’t get no higher than this, no (no)
‘Cause love don’t get no higher than this, no, no, no, no, no
Grind (grind)
Boy, you know I grind
When I (grind) pull up these jeans, you’re mine
(When I pull up these jeans) you’re mine
When I (you’re mine) step on the scene, they (you’re mine)
Can’t wait to back it up
Your ex-dealer dope, but it ain’t crack enough
I’m supplyin’ my man, I’m in demand soon as I land
Just know I roll with them goons (goons)
In case you start actin’ familiar
This kind of love, big business
Whole slab, I’ll kill for
Boy, you can’t get no higher than this (higher), no
‘Cause love don’t get no higher than this, no, no, no, no, no
Grind (grind)
Boy, you know I grind
When I (grind) pull up these jeans, you’re mine
(When I pull up these jeans) you’re mine
When I (you’re mine) step on the scene, they (you’re mine)
Can’t wait to back it up
Your ex-dealer dope, but it ain’t crack enough
I’m supplyin’ my man, I’m in demand soon as I land
Just know I roll with them goons (goons)
In case you start acting familiar
This kind of love, big business
Whole slab, I’ll kill for
Know that booty gon’ do what it want to (damn)
Can’t hit it one time, multiple (yeah)
I know you see these rack-rack-racks on me
Now come and get hi-i-i-i-i-igh
20, 40, 80 out the trap, hit it with the rap
Put it on the map, then we right back (back, I’m back)
Call me when you wanna get hi-i-i-igh
Tony Montana with the racks
Ivy P on my bag, double G’s on my dash
N****, I’m bad (bad), I’m bad
Tell me when you wanna get hi-i-i-igh