[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

On God

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

I'm throwing down

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

I'm throwing down

[Verse 3]

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 ate (8) up

My city don't show love so

I think that they hate us

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 4]

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

[Chorus]

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

I'm throwing down