I got problems I don’t speak
Doesn’t mean my problems they for keeps
Cause I never wanna give ‘em voice
‘Way too divine’

I got problems I don’t speak
Doesn’t mean my problems they for keeps
But I never wanna give ‘em voice
If I do they’d probably make a speech
I just put these verses on my memory
Cause they God given and they Heavenly
Yeah I don’t care what you telling me
(Bruh Ama put in all my energy)

I know I been stressing
but counting my blessings
my loses are lessons
I learnt the progression
I keep on progressing
I’m making confessions
but not to the pope
he can’t handle my sessions
I don’t need no genie
to grant all my wishes
I put it in prayers
then wrap it in praises
the Lord is my shepherd
so why do I bother?
I can’t see defeat
when I’m clothed with butter
(I’m clothed with butter) uh!
just got a call from my pastor
reminding me that I prosper
praying that I don’t fall after
careful where you put your hands on knowing you blessed bro
you know what you stand for
can’t be out here throwing tantrums
on these platforms cause I rap for Him
the Solid Rock is what I stand on
that’s a wrap for him
Knocked down got back up
yeah I got more back up
angels watch my angles
so I don’t fall into entanglement
I fell in love knowing I couldn’t handle it pointing my fingers at you
was the problem
I needed more management
go get the manager
born in the manger like Jesus
He said I can manage it uh
I got problems I don’t speak
Doesn’t mean my problems they for keeps
Cause I never wanna give ‘em voice
‘Way too divine’