Problem Child Lyrics – Burden
Singer: Burden
Title: Problem Child
I’ll never die, what I mean by that is you can kill the body, you can take the flesh away, all that good sh#t, but what I’ve done here today this is engraved in the mother f#ckin soil and will live forever, on God
Holy sh#t
Peep this
Ain’t no b#tch in me
No sneak dissin
I better pray, cause I keep sinning
I keep grinding I keep winnin
Life’s simple, mines not
Big revolver, 5 shots
Leave your #ss with like one eyeball, looking like a damn cyclops
My whip clean, and my b#tch bad
Smokin good weed, out a big bag
No blunts please just zigzags
Got a 10 pack I’m tryna kick back
Speak big facts, we been strapped
If It’s on the hip, b#tch get back
Only thing I’m missin is the chit chat
And I don’t beef no more, that sh#t wack
She want to be a model, that’s cool
Body like a bottle, with some tattoos
Hopin that I holler, b#tch bad news
She been known to f#ck with them rap dudes
I ghost
More b#tches than most, and don’t respond to my posts, I don’t mean to boast
I make a toast
Im at the table with nothin but goats
Will I be great
Crease in my napkin, ordering steak
Ain’t no such thing as too much on my plate,Tip it upside down you pouring my drink
I’ll get in your head, I know what you think
My dawg in the fed with a pipe and a shank
I can relate from time in the state
-With the razor blade bobwire Gates
Ain’t give a f#ck about Nintendo
15 talkin to my mama through a window
I know that she love me but she mad that I’m her kid though
-late to school, I had to roll up an extendo
Rollin with my kinfolk
Get money cause we been broke
He was problem child, I get that
He had his hands in the air when they shot him down, admit that
This the place you raise your kids
This the world we gotta live, guess we all f#cked
Dont tell me you love me
Don’t tell me no lie
Just tell me you hate me and want me to die
Just tell me you wish that I’d get a new b#tch
And that you never see me again in your life
Ha- Word to my ex…
Still gettin drunk, sendin me texts
Brand new whip, I had to flex
Brand new money, I blew a check, f#ck it
I’ve been on the grind for a long long time and I think it’s bout time that I finally get mine
I’ve been on the grind for a f#cking long time, and it’s f#ckin bout time that i f#ckin get mine
Yea I’m chillin, -it’s all cool
Don’t know you, -don’t want to
Don’t need friends , to talk to
That’s always , the wrong move
Anytime, you ever tried, to confide in someone new
They’ll let you down, like every time, and I swear to God that’s true
Listen legends never die, and hustlers never fall off
Bet he come for mine , I hit him with the sawed off
That b#tch there so fine, I had to hit it raw dog
Knowin if c#m inside I’m in it for the long haul
Ain’t give a f#ck about Nintendo
15 talkin to my mama through a window
I know that she love me but she mad that I’m her kid though
-late to school, I had to roll up an extendo
Rollin with my kinfolk
Get money cause we been broke
He was problem child, I get that
He had his hands in the air when they shot him down, admit that
This the place you raise your kids
This the world we gotta live, guess we all f#cked
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