Again (feat. Ne-Yo & Candace) - Problem, Jack Harlow & Jay Rock

What's going on everybody This is Ne-Yo check in in for ya So you can check it out Right about now I need y'all To check out my man Malique The name of this joint is Nebulous Let's get it Tell me have you really noticed lately How I've been grinding till the dawn my baby And there you go with all your slick shit Acting like I'm what's different Got me going insane 1... 2... 3 Take a breath for me I can't see where we're going 1... 2... 3 Take a breath for me I can't see where we're going I can't see where we're going I can't see where we're going Breath in And exhale all that bullshit baby It's deceiving I need some proof I need the truth Got me thinking What should I do

Yeah Ay, I'm in the relentless stage of this shit Once again, yeah Don't know how I talked 'bout money back when I was poor (How you do that?) Had to speak it to existence like a magic show (Abracadabra) Ain't never been selfish (Never, never) But I also never had shit (Never again) In my head, I wasn't average Smokin' lil' blunts but I never was embarrassed (Skimp) Never liked to play the game on easy Like you my attorney, no matter what, you believe me (Trust) Gettin' crossed cut deep, internal bleeding (Hurt) Bad vibes 'round me, I ain't need them (Nope) My niggas don't know this but sometimes (What?) I ride low-key with a big iron I just wanted to feel normal one time (One time) On life, I'ma go when it's crunch time (Take off) Exes in my DM, see them Look, I'm a whole new nigga (Look at me, ho) But it's always one bitch who stay down So I labeled her realer (Trill) I see you throwing shots on your Insta-Snap Ay, I don't fight hoes but can get you slapped (Play) You ain't living like that, bitch, chill out (Chill out) Ay, you ain't living like that, bitch, chill out (Hold up) Hoes dreamed to come up off a nigga They just looking at you as a ticket When they took the Act', it's like I lost my nigga You might say I'm trippin' but I miss it (I miss it) Had shootouts with a frenemy Thinking I'ma kill him when I catch him (On life) He got locked up by the grace of God If they let him out I'm getting at him (Ain't forget) Ay, fuck Moneybagg Yo, he a ho, he ain't never did shit He ain't this, he ain't that Ay, yeah, I hear you bitches talking Yeah, through the internet I'm everywhere they say I can't go I'm doing everything they said I wouldn't do I'ma keep my feet in these bitches' chest And I ain't letting up I got niggas in they feelings (How?) 'Cause I ain't giving out handouts (What else?) I got hoes pouring dirt on my name (Damn) 'Cause they know I got a bag now (What they do?) Tryna infiltrate the squad Making up shit, knowing it ain't accurate (Foul) Bitches be fucking for Jordans Thinking they important Knowing they ain't having shit (Ah) Just cleared three million, nose in the ceiling I ain't got no feelings (I'm up) And still fuck around, hamper full of dope You think it got clothes in it I'm in here now on some more shit (More shit) Diamonds ocean, they in motion (Water) I'm like Wiz how I'm smoking (Choke) Kush stinkin', halitosis (Woah, shit) Niggas fuck off but want they bitch perfect You bought her this and that, she ain't worth it Sacking up dope and shit but you ain't serve it Sing when that pressure on, you was nervous They see what I spend, I make 'em go in That high-class living a trend (Right now) How you gon' fold something that don't bend? (Huh?) Ay, I'm relentless again (I'm here) Ay, look, I'm back on it See I know what y'all thinking when I said, reset That that was just a title or some shit to y'all Nah, I'm talking about like I was really gon' put myself back At the beginning stage of the shit How I came in with that hunger, that aggression (Talk to 'em) Yeah, relentless

Like, yeah Ayy see See I'm a young nigga with this paper, you know what I'm sayin' I ain't gon' even lie, like Sometimes it get to me, you know what I'm sayin'? I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back I'm in the latest machine, I hope I don't wreck it Bitch threaten me like she gon' leave (bye bye) Cool, ain't gon' sweat that You ain't never got no time for me I hate when she text that I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback Hundred hundred with my dogs Ten-oh-four, I'm like bet that, ayy I met the paper, I met that Neck and my wrist is on wet wet At the crib, pour where the jet's at (where the Lear at?) Name one thing I ain't best at I just hit me a lick, I just stretched that I'm on pills in the foreign, I might wreck that I just copped an AP, I love how it shine I ain't took the time to set that All my young niggas still on that hot shit I can't fuck with you, you on that opp shit All that hatin' shit, that ain't gon' stop shit I be fly like dude in the cockpit She textin' me talkin' 'bout she want better She wanna come 'round but I won't let her This money got these niggas so jealous But I keep them straps like Margiellas, hey Still making sales, fuck 12 If I get caught I make bail (federal) Pull up servin' with the tags out Still got the bales out the schoolhouse Three shows one night, that's a paycheck I just hopped off a Lear G5 jet Vibin', stylin', profilin' Bad bitch with me, she red like Hi-Tech (red like drank) Hold up, she might be bad but she don't listen Always talkin' 'bout other bitches (god damn ho) Send my lil niggas on a mission I got that power like Fifty I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back I'm in the latest machine, I hope I don't wreck it Bitch threaten me like she gon' leave (bye bye) Cool, ain't gon' sweat that You ain't never got no time for me I hate when she text that I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback Hundred hundred with my dogs Ten-oh-four, I'm like bet that, ayy I met the paper, I met that Neck and my wrist is on wet wet At the crib, pour where the jet's at (where the Lear at?) Name one thing I ain't best at Flight up to Cali, you know that I bet that Pull up, show my ass, I'm like where the check at? Before I walk in I'm like where the perps at? Turn up at the party, you know I success that Bitch textin' me, tryna see where I be at I told her I'm headed wherever the check is She said when you comin' back to where I live? You need to find you a new me, you lil bitch ass (bitch) Don't fuck with me, then say that Bitch, then say that I chauffeur my car, in the back of the Maybach (I chauffeur my car, in the back of the Maybach) Don't fix your mouth to say what you gon' do I told a ho bitch you know I don't play that I walk around with a whole lot of money Four of your boyfriends couldn't even make that, ho I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back I'm in the latest machine, I hope I don't wreck it Bitch threaten me like she gon' leave (bye bye) Cool, ain't gon' sweat that You ain't never got no time for me I hate when she text that I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback Hundred hundred with my dogs Ten-oh-four, I'm like bet that, ayy I met the paper, I met that Neck and my wrist is on wet wet At the crib, pour where the jet's at (where the Lear at?) Name one thing I ain't best at

It ain't nothin' to a boss (Mm) The fellas you be with, they got you huffin' the exhaust (Mm) Wonder how we do it, man, it's somethin' in the sauce (Mm) Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin' on my drawers (Mm) All my brothers dressin' like they comin' out the closet (Mm) Prolly why we starin' at discussion when we flossin' (Mm) Quite the contrary, though, we bussin' on your bros (Mm) We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we fuck 'em in the car, like some (Mm) (Yeah) Like some other fuckin' dawgs (Hey) That's just how I'm livin', it ain't nothin' we was taught (Oh) My baby, Shady was, I guess I'm gon' go get some thot (Oh) I need to cash in the bank until it's busting' out the vault (Mm) They don't wanna see me ball (Uh) Came up out the city, had 'em cussin' at the walls (Mm) I'm just a youngin' with some flaws I got people takin' pictures while I'm struttin' through the mall What? What? They ain't pasta with the sauce (What?) That's why they got robbed, repercussions when they floss (Right) Get your mind right, disconnect from all those orbs (On God) Friend or foe, you hear me? That's selection with your heart, boy (Yeah) Yeah, pray we never take another loss (Never) Never had to pay for no protection from the park (Never) Why, you the type that's scared of your reflection in the dark You got any misconceptions, let's address it from the start, nigga Baby hopin' that I plug (Ooh) If I hit her with it, better act like she in love (Ooh) These niggas in their feelings, bro, I blame it on the drugs Come to California Get to knuckin' if you buck, bruh (Knuck if you buck, boy) Diamond Lane, throw it, boy (What?) Grindin' with precision, keep the gang goin' up GRAMMYs or the 'Grams, we ain't stuntin' for no flick shit But we still do it for the cam, shoutout Dipset (What?) Stop playin' It ain't nothin' to a boss (Mm) The fellas you be with, they got you huffin' the exhaust (Mm) Wonder how we do it, man, it's somethin' in the sauce (Mm) Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin' on my drawers (Mm) All my brothers dressin' like they comin' out the closet (Mm) Prolly why we starin' at discussion when we flossin' (Mm) Quite the contrary, though, we bussin' on your bros (Mm) We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we fuck 'em in the car, like some (Mm) (Yeah) Like some other fuckin' dawgs (Hey) That's just how I'm livin', it ain't nothin' we was taught (Oh) My baby, Shady was, I guess I'm gon' go get some thot (Oh) I need to cash in the bank until it's busting' out the vault (Mm) They don't wanna see me ball (Uh) Came up out the city, had 'em cussin' at the walls (Mm) I'm just a youngin' with some flaws I got people takin' pictures while I'm struttin' through the mall I'm 'bout to heavy bag this shit Lock a nigga state to state with a bag of bricks, he know Possible he could get cracked with this But I'm on my midnight train, on my Gladys shit He thought get it brackin' for my establishment Under full court pressure, fade back and swish B-roll, keep a redbone stallion for sport Keep a lawyer on retainer, so I'm smilin' in court He will be suprised what a hunnid bill dollar'll do Meet your demands, pull up, talkin' to community property If you got all the lottery and you bought all the property It's a pussy monopoly, you better wake up Better recognize what time is today Whole time gotta survive, that's the play It seems like I'm only two bars away Eastside, five star like I'm on GTA

(League of Starz) (Sorry Jaynari) Who dat, talking bout, who dat Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black Go on get nerve, I'm off the curb Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying See them and be like huh, nigga, what? Huh, give a fuck like whaaat Blow my weed, smash the gas Then hop up in my lane, she be looking way different Through these thousand dollars frames Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars brain Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga Ass nigga, Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask nigga Floating through the city like I'm on a raft nigga Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a pass nigga Like what that shit do Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky Banging my gang like ooh Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that Cause we gonna be like Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) Your money funny you a clown The bitch hit me up then I'm probably going down It depends on how much of that shit I just had Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag Heavy hitter right here, all you other nigga's jabs Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair When I'm done they always ask, "How you do dat there!?" Hol' up, word to Master P and Young Bleed I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li 'Cause I'm a pimp see, word to Bun B Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing Get a weight lifters, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now P burnin', no Syphilis Strap it up, you murder the pussy Real beef you don't talk, you just murder the pussy, see me? Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky Banging my gang like ooh Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that Cause we gonna be like Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) Who dat I bet your lady knew that She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that Talking with my round diamond lane, I thought you knew that Pound half-Raider, hunned sixes is where we grew that See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill I do it for my bros of the Locke Them hoes on stop I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top Now it's 442 my pack a bang rewinding My bitch is red as a Honda throw back on them Yokohamas I'ma slam the scraper You touch the paper it's go, me I'm just granted for show These hoes thanking it's snow I get it going my nig, I blow the horn and she ready Disrespectful? Nigga please, I'm the one with the fetti I'm going out with a bang, it's Lane on the chain I just throw up a diamond, nigga, cause Lane is the gang!

Woah, woah (Hit-Boy) I became exactly what I wanted to (wanted to) I became a millionaire at 22 (22) Telling girls I love 'em and they love me too (ooh) I don't question if they mean it 'cause I know they do Started being me when I realized it was okay to Middle school bumping Waka Flocka, "O Let's Do It" First album and I know just how it's gon debut Track three is where I tell her we gon rendezvous I'm signed to the gatekeepers Don't believe the gossip 'cause it ain't true Half of the dreams I had already came true And they never told me anything I couldn't do I got a mirror in my room I like to look into At 17, I never thought that I would look this cute (woo) Classmates can't believe the place I took it to If I didn't rap then I would be a good masseuse Fun fact, but it's a hidden talent, 'cause she rubbing my back (back) All these different cities, I'm becoming sidetracked (ah) She leaving my hotel wearing something I packed My wardrobe's spread across the whole map (whole map) JWise used to book me for the open mics Kills me when they act like this was overnight Like we didn't do a tour in a tiny van (mmh) Eight deep at the show, it might be eight fans (mmh) That builds character, something y'all could probably use more of If I told the truth to her, I know she'd be tore up They love it when I rap and I don't even put a chorus Turkey on ciabatta from the deli, shout to Morris 30 grand to show up, we might as well pour up Fake handshakes, we know you ain't going for us (ooh) It's something 'bout your aura I know (Yeah, that's it) (Ah, ah)