Problem Child - Burden

I’ll never die, what I mean by that is you can kill the body, you can take the

flesh away, all that good shit, but what I’ve done here today this is engraved

in the mother fuckin soil and will live forever, on God

Holy shit

Peep this

Ain’t no bitch 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 ass with like one eyeball, looking like a damn cyclops

My whip clean, and my bitch 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, bitch get back

Only thing I’m missin is the chit chat

And I don’t beef no more, that shit wack

She want to be a model, that’s cool

Body like a bottle, with some tattoos

Hopin that I holler, bitch bad news

She been known to fuck with them rap dudes

I ghost

More bitches 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 fuck 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 fucked

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 bitch

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, fuck 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 fucking long time, and it’s fuckin bout time that

i fuckin 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 bitch there so fine, I had to hit it raw dog

Knowin if cum inside I’m in it for the long haul

Ain’t give a fuck 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 fucked