“No Problems (Remix)” music video // JamWayne (right), Twista (left), & 501 Bryze

“No Problems (Remix)” is a promotional single by American country rapper and songwriter (from Gadsden, Alabama), JamWayne‘s studio album, Unfinished Business. ^{^{^{^[1]}}} ^{^{^{^[2]}}} ^{^{^{^[3]}}}

It features Twista, and 501Bryze. ^{^{^{^[5]}}} ^{^{^{^[6]}}} ^{^{^{^[7]}}} ^{^{^{^[8]}}}

The Official Video premiered August 29th 2025 ^{^[1]}, via JamWayne’s official YouTube channel.^{^[3]}

The track produced by: Karltin Bankz & Zakk Garner.^{^[4]}

The song written by: JamWayne, Twista, Jordan Wheeler, Brian Mitchell, & Lukas Payne.^{^[4]}

Song: #NoProblems #Remix

Artist: #JamWayne #Twista #501Bryze

Album: #UnfinishedBusiness

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“No Problems (Remix)” Lyrics ^{^[4]}
Song by JamWayne, Twista, 501Bryze:

Verse 1: JamWayne
Okay, I ain’t even gon’ flex, it’s Sunday
I ain’t even up next, but one day
You gon’ put this tape in, hit the replay
Gon’ vibe when you ride, chill to the music
Feelin’ what I’m puttin’ inside
Dealin’ with your vulnerable side
This go hard and I ain’t even try
Close your eyes, just vibe with me
Do or die for life, really
When I ridin’, he drivin’ me
Great spirit is my Siri
Navigate through the ways of the land
Demonstrate when to kneel, understand
Give me grace when I don’t understand
Which way is the best? Know God’s got a plan
Throughout my life my hands stayed dirty
Down to ride when it’s necessary
Walk a line, I got no worries
Take my time, I’m in no hurry
Brothers died, so my eyes blurry
Another ride to the cemetery
Live your life, you know death comin’
But of faith, and we gone, homie

Chorus: JamWayne
You don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)
You don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)
You don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)
You don’t really want, you-you don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)

Verse 2: 501Bryze
You don’t really want no smoke
Let ’em say what they say, let ’em talk, let ’em talk
I remember back when I was down bein’ broke
They would still talk s***, they would still crack jokes
They was laughin’ at the kid, now they all take notes
Try to ride my way, but I built this boat
They gon’ speak on my name, like my **** ** their t*****
b****, my foot on their neck, so they ma******’ choke
Man, I started from the ground up, back to see the pounds up
Snakes in the grass, I just sprayed, always around up
They don’t make me act up, they be tryin’ to act up
No plan B, b****, I didn’t have a backup
Music all I had, now I’m runnin’ up a tap
CEOs tryna call me, all the labels want me back
Get some money to my mama, get some money to my dad
If you f***in’ with the fam, I’ma f*** around and bloaw-bloaw
Man, you don’t really want no problem (want no problem)
You don’t wanna end up in a coffin
They just on the internet talkin’
But won’t do s*** when they see me out walkin’
Get off my d***, man, these b****** just ridin’
I promise that they don’t really want no problem (Want no problem)
(Tell ’em Jam)

Chorus: JamWayne
You don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)
You don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)
You don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)
You don’t really want, you-you don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)

Verse 3: Twista
We live in a society where nobody’s doin’ things quietly
In a land of broken promises
And they be speakin’ about it, formin’ a place where they hide
And nobody can find ’em because they anonymous
The cowardly people just takin’ up space
Say they divine but look like they fell from grace
Speakin’ their mind but who said it was your place
Say it online but wouldn’t say it to my face
It’s more like a fantasy or like a fallacy to challenge me
Or battle me, ask the bodies that competed with me
Cuz what you hear is too true, fear it, do you?
Premier guru, when you step in the arena with me
Body bags, toe tag, so sad that we had to kill another adversary
Preliminaries at the cemetery
A bit of every enemy, I don’t know whose body I finna bury
Lyrically, I don’t know whose cypher I finna spit in
Physically, I don’t know whose body I’m ’bout to rock
Cuz all I know is when it come down to doin’
This is blasphemy if you askin’ me if I gon’ stop
A monster within the method of my madness
When it come to music and make you check out my melody
Cuz sometimes I use music as therapy
But sometimes I use music as weaponry
(Twista, JamWayne)

Chorus: JamWayne
You don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)
You don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)
You don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)
You don’t really want, you-you don’t really want no problem (you want no problem)