Problem Child
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Music in my blood, music fills my thoughts
Discussions with my brothers as chart our course
In booth making making music's where we are of course
Rapping over Hip Hop beats and showing no remorse
Message in the sound like I was sending Morse
I like to show and prove, don't need a show or force
Often make time, reflect and think on how it's been
Seen, done, heard some shit my souls remaining clean
Eyes lower as I sink into the melody
Very few angels but the devil once befriended me
Not a heartless thug or a crook and don't pretend to be
You know when it's time to unwind we got the remedies
Ads makes the tracks then I dead 'em like the Kennedy's
Remember growing up we had none
Had to build a strong team it was a Trust Fund
When I pulled out the pad it was a problem
It was a problem
Remember growing up we had none
Had to build a strong team it was a Trust Fund
When I pulled out the pad it was a problem
It was a problem
Blowing Sour D
I don't mind a hater it empowers me
Roaming in the desert of your mind I'm tryna plant the seed
It's Jxst Wxrds but they can lead to dreams
Not out to feed myself I strive to feed the team
Didn't buy yourself a soul because your diamond gleam
Know I'm always working with the team
They say we're kinda keen
All the tests in my life, know I was kinda lean
Not an angel or a devil, kick it in between
The families loyal never doubt it never snake or scheme
Find us in the middle of it
Passing like we're Roy Keane
Then it's back to the lab again
When you hear It's Jxst Wxrds you know it's no pretend
Came to spit fire over beats not count how much I spend
Man, we got books of this shit
Should take 'em out on lend
There's no way I stay in this pit
Until my soul ascends
I J W is the fam I ain't got time for friends
Backstrap the ting, get a little leafy
Imma need three hundred like Chief Keef
Our motivation to achieve that shit will never peak
I see 'em taking trips, I'm down to work all week
I hear 'em singing out lies
But know it's truth we speak
Remember growing up we had none
Had to build a strong team it was a Trust Fund
When I pulled out the pad it was a problem
It's was a problem
Remember growing up we had none
Had to build a strong team it was a Trust Fund
When I pulled out the pad it was a problem
It was a problem
It was a problem
It was a problem
It was a problem
It was a problem
When I pulled out the pad it was a problem
Music in my blood, music fills my thoughts
Discussions with my brothers as chart our course
In booth making making music's where we are of course
Rapping over Hip Hop beats and showing no remorse
Message in the sound like I was sending Morse
I like to show and prove, don't need a show or force
Often make time, reflect and think on how it's been
Seen, done, heard some shit my souls remaining clean
Eyes lower as I sink into the melody
Very few angels but the devil once befriended me
Not a heartless thug or a crook and don't pretend to be
You know when it's time to unwind we got the remedies
Ads makes the tracks then I dead 'em like the Kennedy's
Remember growing up we had none
Had to build a strong team it was a Trust Fund
When I pulled out the pad it was a problem
It was a problem
Remember growing up we had none
Had to build a strong team it was a Trust Fund
When I pulled out the pad it was a problem
It was a problem
Blowing Sour D
I don't mind a hater it empowers me
Roaming in the desert of your mind I'm tryna plant the seed
It's Jxst Wxrds but they can lead to dreams
Not out to feed myself I strive to feed the team
Didn't buy yourself a soul because your diamond gleam
Know I'm always working with the team
They say we're kinda keen
All the tests in my life, know I was kinda lean
Not an angel or a devil, kick it in between
The families loyal never doubt it never snake or scheme
Find us in the middle of it
Passing like we're Roy Keane
Then it's back to the lab again
When you hear It's Jxst Wxrds you know it's no pretend
Came to spit fire over beats not count how much I spend
Man, we got books of this shit
Should take 'em out on lend
There's no way I stay in this pit
Until my soul ascends
I J W is the fam I ain't got time for friends
Backstrap the ting, get a little leafy
Imma need three hundred like Chief Keef
Our motivation to achieve that shit will never peak
I see 'em taking trips, I'm down to work all week
I hear 'em singing out lies
But know it's truth we speak
Remember growing up we had none
Had to build a strong team it was a Trust Fund
When I pulled out the pad it was a problem
It's was a problem
Remember growing up we had none
Had to build a strong team it was a Trust Fund
When I pulled out the pad it was a problem
It was a problem
It was a problem
It was a problem
It was a problem
It was a problem
When I pulled out the pad it was a problem
Credits
Writer(s): Elliot Gamgee
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