New Problems

All my friends Still partying with my ex's Guess I really know how to pick em Everybody wanna talk like they the victim But f*ck it I heard your new shit Tell me why is you tripping Meals I started skipping Quarters I started flipping What begin as me mixing Quickly became me Cooking up sauce With all the fixings Sweater chicks and vixens All wanted a peice of the boy What was I missing? (This That) This that shit I always wanted New tracks New shoes New problems I can't lie I'm being honest I know none of this was promised This that shit I always wanted New house New girl New problems I can't lie I'm being honest I know none of this was promised Where we come from Where we start I was there with the broken heart I was there That's what whole remark Little paper it just need a spark Keep it burning for me 200 degrees Yeah I got mine But I struggle with that Artists disease I could get like 6 figures in a tie That's the ease But it wouldn't be the same If I ain't have the brush and easel Damn I don't care if my colors run What's meant to be Was meant to be For Lori's son In the lower East side Till the morning comes I'm still a one of one (I'm still a one of what) This that shit I always wanted New tracks New shoes New problems I can't lie I'm being honest I know none of this was promised This that shit I always wanted New house New girl New problems I can't lie I'm being honest I know none of this was promised