Problem Child

Lyrics

[sample repeated throughout the song] "No matter what the problem is There's one who understands, and you can" [Intro] Yeah, Tera Iz Him The shit is real, Problem Child Yo, yo.. [Verse 1] My first born, birthed from shorty in the next project Chinky-eyed, little nigga had to gain his respect So I bust my gun, sold drugs to they dunn Hard rock, little nigga, running two thirty-one Made a few kingpin moves, neck rose to pretty penny Rock cold in the trail, I'm out of state drinking Henny Laying low in places, they never seen Puerto Ricans Bitches loving my style, cause it's slang how I speak it Blow up back to 4th's studio room, smoke a bloom LP coming soon, first niggas was cartoon I got touched on the day Christ died, my Earth cried Exploitation so high, though his promise to try As I laid in the hospital bed, leg full of lead Sick thoughts went through my head, eyes blood shot red On the hall, where my lawyer case ain't looking too good Fake niggas on my dick, talking shit in the hood Rumors that I got merked off, get the story straight, jerk-off A year later, spotted in a Beamer with my shirt off Wilding out, burgundy doubt, went all out Low profile, chain swinging heavy when I'm pealing out [Chorus] (x2) Teach the truth, deal with facts Feed ya seed and watch ya back With the jakes, avoid contact And on the world make a large impact Yo, cause y'all can talk all the shit y'all want And y'all can smoke all the blunts and front Yo, when funds is low at the end of the month Re-up, and cop the Terrorist shit [Outro] Save ya life, word What ya know about problems? And got a big one, knawhatimean? Shout out to my God, word