Problem Child (feat. A Moneyy)

Ayy, A Moneyy and S.K.A.R. in the fuckin' building You already know what's good Uhn, talkin' our shit 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 Fucked her 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 shit never keep me down Harlem nigga, 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, kept it player though Captain, AB on the way, I never save her though On my way, but I ain't make it though Niggas 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 Pshh, New Money and Money Over on the same track nigga Gang shit, that's gangsta Yeah yeah yeah I know a lot of niggas 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 pussies, 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 bitch, 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