Yeah
On God
First things first I hope you all good
I would know if you called but shit it's all good
I don't really care what you said
But I care for the fair
And imma fall on my sword
Like it's all good
Problem child
Momma child
Look
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for your niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
Please just let my sunshine like it's daytime
Praying on my downfall on my knees I might just say mine
Great minds
And look I'm busting all these grapes I might just make wine
They call me reaper if I pull up I might take time
Problem child
Mommas child
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for your niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
Sometimes I just put it on myself
But I should trust God
Walking in my faith
But I been too far
It's too hard
I ain't got no drive but I got 2 cars
And look you gotta really want it
Before you back up on that corner
Desmond Trufant
I'm too fond
You too sure
Just talk less
And do more
They taking back to back
My bruddas back to back
Them shots go back to back
And now they bodies look like 2 4's
They eight up
My city don't show love so
I think that they hate us
Problem child
Momma child
Look
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for ya niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
I know you feel lost
Hope you find yourself
You been staring at the clock
Hoping time will tell
I been thinking bout the shots
Hoping I won't feel
Better deal for ya soul
Thinking I won't sell
Asking if I get some money how am I gone feel
Game 6 with chances that Chicago feel
And they heard that I'm a rapper used to vacuum seal
And Imma go and wake up my doubters up they napping still
Look
Problem child
Momma child
Look
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for ya niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
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Yeah
On God
First things first I hope you all good
I would know if you called but shit it's all good
I don't really care what you said
But I care for the fair
And imma fall on my sword
Like it's all good
Problem child
Momma child
Look
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for your niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
Please just let my sunshine like it's daytime
Praying on my downfall on my knees I might just say mine
Great minds
And look I'm busting all these grapes I might just make wine
They call me reaper if I pull up I might take time
Problem child
Mommas child
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for your niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
Sometimes I just put it on myself
But I should trust God
Walking in my faith
But I been too far
It's too hard
I ain't got no drive but I got 2 cars
And look you gotta really want it
Before you back up on that corner
Desmond Trufant
I'm too fond
You too sure
Just talk less
And do more
They taking back to back
My bruddas back to back
Them shots go back to back
And now they bodies look like 2 4's
They eight up
My city don't show love so
I think that they hate us
Problem child
Momma child
Look
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for ya niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
I know you feel lost
Hope you find yourself
You been staring at the clock
Hoping time will tell
I been thinking bout the shots
Hoping I won't feel
Better deal for ya soul
Thinking I won't sell
Asking if I get some money how am I gone feel
Game 6 with chances that Chicago feel
And they heard that I'm a rapper used to vacuum seal
And Imma go and wake up my doubters up they napping still
Look
Problem child
Momma child
Look
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for ya niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
On God
First things first I hope you all good
I would know if you called but shit it's all good
I don't really care what you said
But I care for the fair
And imma fall on my sword
Like it's all good
Problem child
Momma child
Look
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for your niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
Please just let my sunshine like it's daytime
Praying on my downfall on my knees I might just say mine
Great minds
And look I'm busting all these grapes I might just make wine
They call me reaper if I pull up I might take time
Problem child
Mommas child
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for your niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
Sometimes I just put it on myself
But I should trust God
Walking in my faith
But I been too far
It's too hard
I ain't got no drive but I got 2 cars
And look you gotta really want it
Before you back up on that corner
Desmond Trufant
I'm too fond
You too sure
Just talk less
And do more
They taking back to back
My bruddas back to back
Them shots go back to back
And now they bodies look like 2 4's
They eight up
My city don't show love so
I think that they hate us
Problem child
Momma child
Look
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for ya niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
I know you feel lost
Hope you find yourself
You been staring at the clock
Hoping time will tell
I been thinking bout the shots
Hoping I won't feel
Better deal for ya soul
Thinking I won't sell
Asking if I get some money how am I gone feel
Game 6 with chances that Chicago feel
And they heard that I'm a rapper used to vacuum seal
And Imma go and wake up my doubters up they napping still
Look
Problem child
Momma child
Look
Karma coming back around
Out of town
Flexing for ya niggas when yo girl around
What's that sound
Gun shots
They looking up
I'm slowing down
They throwing up
In throwing down
Writer: Orlando Frazier II
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