letra de problem child (feat. a moneyy) - s.k.a.r.

ayy, a moneyy and s.k.a.r. in the f-ckin′ building
you already know what’s good
uhn, talkin′ our sh-t today

ayy

i don’t pose for cameras, they can’t capture what i go through
picture me a legend, i speak scriptures over pro tools
trials and tribulations, i′m just craving stimulation
f-cked off my lyrics while she thinkin′ that i’m haitian
tunnel full of darkness, they can′t see me, but they feel it now
numb to all the riches, so the fake sh-t never keep me down
harlem n-gga, but i grew up on the west side
dior steppin’, i can show you what them checks like
flex like, prayin′ that i never see a flashlight
couple nights i broke down, talks with god, make sure my head right
pullin’ up in uptowns, laces never tied up
treat em′ like relations, use em’ once and then rebuy ’em
ain′t no gimmicks when i′m talkin’ to the gangstas
and even if i love her, i would never think to chase her
cause all my thoughts are filtered, i drink henny with no chaser
never said a goodbye, only told em′ see you later
i don’t see no competition with my road dogs
everybody got positions, we don′t need a road call
countin’ all my blessings, it′s been hard to doze off
problem child, there ain’t no x’s when i get these o′s off
i think i like her, never save her though
captain, ab on the way, i never save her though
on my way, but i ain′t make it though
n-ggas hate me, but i be so inspirational
took some losses, kept it player though
told them, stay down till you come up, that’s the way it go
i think i like her kept it player though
captain ab on the way, i never save her though

i know a lot of n-ggas waitin′ on my downfall
they like, next year i know he not gon’ be around, dawg
every time i come around, it′s always frowns, y’all
hatin′, i’ma make it out the bottom like a groundhog
i had enough of you p-ssies, i been around dogs
i keep the listeners on me like i’m a sound hog
gettin′ bigger, i′m just chasin’ after goals
when you start to be a toad, it get hard to leap around frogs
we don′t look, we don’t hop, we don′t croak the same
we don’t hook, we don′t bop, we ain’t wrote the same
i could hop up in the booth without a note to sing
every single breath is worth a fortune, we don’t choke the same
they be thinkin′ it′s a joke, but b-tch, i wrote to gain
check the score, cause i been ballin’ like i′m notre dame
i been poor, so f-ck i look like sayin’ no to fame
i′ma probably sign unless my body and my soul is chained
always had the drive, i guess the road just changed
when you tryna switch a lane, well, it’s supposed to change
i′m the bully on the beat that you can’t hold or tame
i be throwin’ punches till they think i′m bout to go insane

- s k a r

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