Problem Child - Intellectual

[Refrain]

Grandma told me i'm a problem

Child, mama told me that she

Tired of this freakin house

40 told me stay down we gone

Make it out that's my nigga

Free him up why they lock him down

Get in by means *** i'm closer to my dreams

But it take a while so i'm serving all themes

Put diamonds on my teeth for when i smile

Bit i don't smile i told my nigga hold on

But he went gripping the way *** ween the vision

I'm really sighed to this streets people say i'm different

*** i stayed in my pivet this niggas ain't one hundred

Yeah, thier barely fifty now they see i got a chance wanna take me like biggy

*** i'm looking at this lights while i ride for my city

I'm a slide for my city, spin that nigga block like a frisbee

I will not stop till their six feet, get rich die tryin like i'm fifty

And i swear i'm getting tired of this miskeens (innocents)