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letra de problem to the game - madopelli music

[intro]
tilli mack music

[chorus: m.a.d]
problem in the game, chase a dream full of nightmares
underground king and we ain’t scared to walk alone
i’m a product of the game, life proves that it’s not fair
you might think i’m stuck but the underground’s my home
like what? what? dream full of nightmares
what? what? i ain’t scared to walk alone
like what? what? life proves that it’s not fair
what? what? like the underground’s my home

[verse 1: m.a.d]
since a child i’ve been racking my brain
and filling composition pages with stories about my problems
smoking weed inside an audi, we treat it like it’s a benz though
ain’t no ends though like f-ck it, where my friends go?
open up the door then we keep it in
problem in the game, no coincidence
and we rock shows that you b-tt on
we got merch that we stunt on
man i’m one of one, ain’t no clone ho
m.a.d in my zone ho
lsp got a breath of fresh air, ain’t no room for the fakes, they drones ho
we on again and y’all hated (uh)
man the lights like a vegas star
simmer down ’cause y’all try too hard
treat the game like a chain and ball
don’t like when they treated with the love no more, ain’t n0body got the pain to bear
hate me when i chop it slow ’cause back and forth just ain’t no fair
[chorus: m.a.d]
problem in the game, chase a dream full of nightmares
underground king and we ain’t scared to walk alone
i’m a product of the game, life proves that it’s not fair
you might think i’m stuck but the underground’s my home
like what? what? dream full of nightmares
what? what? i ain’t scared to walk alone
like what? what? life proves that it’s not fair
what? what? like the underground’s my home

[verse 2: ant dog]
i’m a problem to the game, hatchet swing, cut your limbs off
sit back and laugh, it’s an underground thing
i don’t think you understand the love we have for this nightmare
circle saw and axe, let the blood rain again
i call it how i see it, motherf-ckers imitating
trying to get the recipe but the recipe is lost
they can go ahead and try but that sh-t’ll be a knockoff
don’t taste the same, go ahead and put it back
underground’s my home (what?) dark carnival in my soul
real recognize real, only time will tell, let ’em choke on they own blood
i’m sick of the politics feeding off hate
seedy decisions they stuck in our backs and we flowin’ like we don’t give a f-ck what they say
madopelli monster’s a product of hate

- madopelli music

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