PROBLEM CHILD Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
My momma ain't agree how i Live
I was 15 started Running The Field started playing in the streets Started punching the Scale
Told me not to long before i Make it to jail
Hiding guns in ha house with a Stank ass smell
For you take my life imma send You to hell
Only option i had was to make Me a sale
I was broke on my ass but god Made me prevail
I was a dirty ass nigga with 12 on My trail
38 special we ain't leaving no Shells
Got a whole crew fulla sum shooters
We don't beef on the net we don't Talk on computers
We don't give no fucks who Sending round rumors
Now look at us now we winning They Losing
Jump in the trap we moving The Pack
Glocks and AR's we Shoot like Iraq
Ian cuffing no bitch these bitches Be Nats
We smoking the Roach But we Killing the rat
Come in my paint Get blocked Like Shaq
I'm giving yall music Addicted like Crack
I'm sorry lil bruh yo music Be Wack
Needa Stop rappin and get you a Bag
Bougie ass nigga only fuck wit Brats
Imma problem child my momma Know that
My momma ain't agree how i live
I was 15 started Running
The field started playing in the Streets started punchin the scale
Told me not to long before i make it to jail
Hiding guns in ha house with a stank ass smell
For you take my life imma send you to hell
Only option i had was to make Me a sale i was broke on my ass But god made me Prevail
I was a dirty ass nigga with 12 on my trail