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

The Official Video directed by Karltin Bankz & Christopher Cotton premiered January 6^th 2024^[1], via JamWayne’s official YouTube channel.^[3]

The Banger of a Track produced by: JamWayne.^[4]

The song written by: JamWayne.^[4]

Song: #NoProblems

Artist: #JamWayne

Album: #BamaBeast

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“No Problems” Lyrics ^[4]
Song by JamWayne:

Intro:
(Who’s this, who this!?)

Verse 1
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
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
All ’til I see that
‘Til I drop down six feet deep in the casket
Take my last breath and I breathe that
Stand on the front line, called into action
Keep my mind free, no relapse
Tryna stay clean, but the mud gon’ stick
Suds and a fifth, dubs on the whip
One, 2-5-6, arm curlin’ a sip
With a pearl on the hip, hand trigger flicker on Bic
Piece with the wood on the grip
Back in a bit, ’bout to bend curves when I slip out
Put the Hellcat on drift, smokin’ a spliff
Gift on rap on the 6th, you gon’ see it with a pack on your step
Been through hell, and I’ll be damned if I climbed out
Just so I can jump back in
Back tires spin when I mash out, lookin’ for the cash out
Red zone go for the win, ride for my friends
Most of them gone so long in the grave, or they locked in the pen
Smoke in the wind
Raise up a toast to the ones that be locked down doin’ a bid
Know the world ain’t s***
Lord heard every prayer, you lift up down there in cell block six
As the world on tilt, everybody Leroy left
Had to put the South on drip, ’bout this here, yeah
Bobbin’ with the head nod, mobbin’ in the streets I live
Let me make this clear, we some thoroughbreds in the country
Blue collar tried and true, and if it comes down to it
And you cross that line in the red, white, and blue
Boy, you better salute

Chorus
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)

Writer(s): JamWayne ^[4]

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