No Problems - The J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, Future, Lupe Fiasco

Turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Overdose)

(Young Francis on the Drogas)

Five niggas, counted five niggas, all inside of that roller coaster

Loop-de-loop, over and over

Dope Francis, pullin' Drogas

Shaka Zulu in the tub, holdin' toasters, nigga what?

In the club, on the sofa, on the wall he got two chains

On her titties boy, that’s a motorboat or

You can go with Noah or go overboard or

Life of Pi, so crazy, Silver Surfer, so wavy

Beat Army, go Navy, so cool, go baby

Gold and blue, so navy, old school, I’m so 80's

Drop verses, top earnin', convert a bird and I’m so Shady

Keith Richards, I’m no Grady

I’m all tsunami, can’t point break me

I’m so

I don’t want no problems

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'

Lupeland, carnival, Barnum & Bailey pardon you

Replace car with barre, barnival

Lose control, bumper car or two, lose control

Like funnel cake from that fun house, you lose an arm or two

Doin' battle with the bottles like a baller too

Like a carnivore at a bar-b-que

Art of war, arsenal

I’m level four and your armor two

Nigga that don’t match, armadillo

That don’t rap, what’s wrong with you, that’s detrimental

Homeboy, residential mind state

Existential Rolex, Presidential, time waits

For no man that I’ve ever met

Tell him no standard that I’ve ever set

Live right now like it’s better yet

Treat a trash can like a treasure chest

Don’t jump ship for a better deck

Or dump chips on a better bet

Don’t change gangs for a less set

Full of fake niggas to get better checks

When it’s real niggas that ain’t never never left

Their good ghetto for a better mess

And my father told me just die well

So I’ma do my best to have a better death

And give a lot cause your deeds speak when you resurrect

Bout revolution ain’t ready yet

But you don’t never know so don’t ever guess on letter X

Lupeland, freak show, eyes all in that peep hole

You believe that you know that girl but I don’t really think so

I don’t want no problems

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'

I don’t want no problems

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'

Paris skirt in her Paris heels

Where we at?

Where is real?

Lupeland, cotton candy, carousals, ferris wheels

I don’t want no problems

I don’t want no problems

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'

I’m just playin', I’m gon' kill em'

Where your niggas?

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'

I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin'