Problem child

Diamonds on VVs

Told my momma that I’m gone be on tv

All of these haters, they wanna just be me

But I steady stay on it like I’m running like RB

Fine lil mama in the backseat

Up in the foreign like a track meet

Ridding in my city can’t touch me

Got lil mama suckin my meat

Swerve off on a hater like skirt skirt

Back up from me before you get murk murk

When she wake up she gone wear all of my T-shirts

Now you mad, yea that shit hurt

What you know about grindin

And Stealin

And killin

Just to make sure ya people livin

I always try to get all my money

This shit just ain’t funny

Only to be looked on as the the devil

Cuz baby I’m the problem child

Baby I was born so wild

But I gotta keep my people good

Gotta make sure my hood good

They never see me just struggle

I work on the double

Just to keep my people head up stayin strong

You know I done had all my curses

With no where near blessings

One day they gone see me in a hearse

Cuz baby I’m the problem child

Baby I was born so wild

But I gotta keep my people good

Gotta make sure my hood good