Problem Child
Soon as i jumped off the porch
I started defining my message
No weapon a prosper towards the kid as i grind through recessions
I'm a get what I dream i manifest it
Been reaping these bad thoughts hoping i can sow out some blessings
Tired of stressing but beating the odds make that road special!
The easy route shows lack of character
So having it hard for sho better and i wouldn't change it for nothing
No more days in the dungeon no more pain and the suffering
Ain't no more straining can't cuff us
How they go from being stranger to brother!
How I look like I'm famous but nothing!
I really lost them battles but the war is all my mine
They really scared to see me climb that ladder
From the hood to the goat i'm trying to break that shackle
As I remain center I keep my bros as my guard and my tackle
While god quarterbacking this shit one for the books
And I almost death what it took but only he know that
The dude gave me one roll hoping he don't crap
The hard ways gone show determination still faneto that
So when god give me three blessings mmm mmm mmm
I manifest three right back
You know me and rod niggas like magic and kareem
Niggas gone get that ring!
Look big homie know I'm good for that caught the front
I'm about to double that
Niggas ran it back like a running back
Know you real please don't fall for cap
Know you real please don't fall for cap
First things first i'm never giving up
We dropped your homie nigga pick em up
I'm from a city where they kill you before they stick you up
The gun viagra means its never tucked caught you lacking now the jig is up
You'll need a act just to lift em up
Smooth nigga gang swift as fuck Bitch I'm giannis trying to get a buck
Lost my homie that shit got me stuck
Gotta keep running but in my city you run out of luck yeah!
We came from the dirt bitch I grew up at gers
Playing killer man if shots ring off we hit the turf
We was Youngin that was normal we ain't think nothing
I ain't think that I would grow up to be something
Could of been dead in these streets cause I'm outside
I'm really dead in these streets
I'm from a city
Where you gotta fight for your feet's
I'm in the field
Bitch I got dirt on my cleats uh!
We was young-ins we was wilding wasn't suppose to make it
We was misbehaving
Lost souls but on God we just needed saving!
Lost souls but on God we just needed saving!
I started defining my message
No weapon a prosper towards the kid as i grind through recessions
I'm a get what I dream i manifest it
Been reaping these bad thoughts hoping i can sow out some blessings
Tired of stressing but beating the odds make that road special!
The easy route shows lack of character
So having it hard for sho better and i wouldn't change it for nothing
No more days in the dungeon no more pain and the suffering
Ain't no more straining can't cuff us
How they go from being stranger to brother!
How I look like I'm famous but nothing!
I really lost them battles but the war is all my mine
They really scared to see me climb that ladder
From the hood to the goat i'm trying to break that shackle
As I remain center I keep my bros as my guard and my tackle
While god quarterbacking this shit one for the books
And I almost death what it took but only he know that
The dude gave me one roll hoping he don't crap
The hard ways gone show determination still faneto that
So when god give me three blessings mmm mmm mmm
I manifest three right back
You know me and rod niggas like magic and kareem
Niggas gone get that ring!
Look big homie know I'm good for that caught the front
I'm about to double that
Niggas ran it back like a running back
Know you real please don't fall for cap
Know you real please don't fall for cap
First things first i'm never giving up
We dropped your homie nigga pick em up
I'm from a city where they kill you before they stick you up
The gun viagra means its never tucked caught you lacking now the jig is up
You'll need a act just to lift em up
Smooth nigga gang swift as fuck Bitch I'm giannis trying to get a buck
Lost my homie that shit got me stuck
Gotta keep running but in my city you run out of luck yeah!
We came from the dirt bitch I grew up at gers
Playing killer man if shots ring off we hit the turf
We was Youngin that was normal we ain't think nothing
I ain't think that I would grow up to be something
Could of been dead in these streets cause I'm outside
I'm really dead in these streets
I'm from a city
Where you gotta fight for your feet's
I'm in the field
Bitch I got dirt on my cleats uh!
We was young-ins we was wilding wasn't suppose to make it
We was misbehaving
Lost souls but on God we just needed saving!
Lost souls but on God we just needed saving!
Credits
Writer(s): Roderick Lee Brittenham
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