Problem child

(Hook)

Growing up I was a problem child all I did was fight

I was praying to the lord that I make it through the night

I done seen so much shit I wish they would take away my sight

I done seen my granny die why she go into the light

I was struggling in school I was getting bad grades

I ran away from home I aint have no where to stay

When they asked me why I did it I aint have nothing to say

I wanna move in with my pops but yet he couldn't find a place

(Verse 1)

Now Im 17 and Im bout to be a man

Im tryna make it back home Im doin everything I can

I been going thru these trials and tribulations

One day Im gone be free but I dont have no patience

People told me that I suck and that I couldnt spit bars

But this shit just takes practice like shuffling a deck of cards

Tryna focus on my future so I dont catch another charge

Livin life without fear dont even have to be this hard

(Verse 2)

And now Im in this place where the food dont taste that good

even though I act tough that dont mean Im from the hood

I wish that I could change my past I really wish I could

I might just have to turn to god I really think I should

My momma raised me in a house where failure is not an option

When I touchdown Imma take off just like a rocket

I aint like these rappers who rappin about that nonsense

Its Aston Blue partna name a person who gone stop this

I see bullets flyin everywhere I better duck my head

Cuz if a person catch me lackin then I might just end up dead

I aint never walk the streets but the streets still give me cred

I aint never want the fame I want the money instead.

(Hook)