Bitches=problems

(Intro - heavy, distorted 808s, ominous synth melody)
Yeah... 99 problems... all bitches...  Listen up...
(Verse 1)
Got 99 problems, and they all wear lipstick
Drama overload, constant static, a twisted mystic
From the exes to the groupies, the ones who claim they "ride"
Their loyalty's a mirage, nowhere left to hide
Behind fake smiles and manufactured tears
Manipulative tactics, playin' on my fears
They whisper in my ear, poison in their kiss
Tryna drag me down, into their chaotic abyss
(Verse 2)
Used to fall for the games, the sweet talk and the lies
Now I see through the facade, the disguise in their eyes
They crave attention, validation's their drug
Empty promises whispered, in a desperate hug
They build you up just to tear you down, it's a twisted game
Their insecurities projected, they all the same
Chasin' clout and followers, their motives so clear
Leavin' a trail of destruction, fueled by spite and fear
(Verse 3)
They gossip and they scheme, they plot and they plan
Tryna sabotage my dreams, derail my master plan
But I'm built different, stronger than they know
Their negativity bounces, watch my confidence grow
I rise above the pettiness, the drama and the shade
Focus on my grind, my empire I've made
While they're busy hatin', I'm stackin' up the bread
Ignorin' all the nonsense, the words they've said
(Verse 4)
Yeah, I learned my lesson, the hard way, it's true
Trust is a privilege, not a right, for me and you
Gotta protect my energy, my peace of mind
Leave the drama queens behind, leave 'em all confined
To their little world of gossip and deceit
I'm on a different path, my journey can't be beat
So I count my blessings, and I keep it movin' on
99 problems, but Now my bitch ain't one
(Outro - beat fades out with a final distorted 808 hit)
Yeah... 99 problems...  Bitches ain't one...  I'm done.

A chill "isaih rashad" type beat that crescendos in then fades out. Lo-fi, hip-hop, rap