"And you can tell what the problem, that boy is going to hell"



Yeah, Tera Iz Him
The %#@! is real, Problem Child

Yo, yo..



My first born, birthed from shorty in the next project
Chinky eyed, little ^!$$% had to gain his respect
So I bust my gun, sold drugs to they dunn

A hard rock, little ^!$$%, runnin' two thirty-one
Made a few kingpin moves, neck rose to pretty paint
Rock cold in the trail, I'm out of state drinkin' Henny

Layin' low in places, and never seen Puerto Ricans
(*##$es lovin' my style, cuz it's slang how I speak it
Blow up back to 4th's studio, burn, smoke a bloom

LP comin' soon, first ^!$$%z was cartoon
I got touched when the day Christ died, my Earth cried
Explotation so high, though his promise to dry

As I laid in the hospital bed, leg full of lead
Sick thoughts went through my head, eyes blood shot red
On the hall, where my lawyer case ain't lookin' too good

Fake ^!$$%z on my dick, talkin' %#@! in the hood
Rumors that I got merked off, get the story straight, jerk-off
A year later, spotted in a Beamer wit my shirt off

Wildin' out, burgundy doubt, went all out
Low profile, chain swingin' heavy when I'm pealin' out



Peace, be true, deal with that
Leave ya seed and watch ya back

Wit the jake, avoid contact
And on the world make a large impact
Yo, cuz ya'll can talk all the %#@! ya'll want

And ya'll can smoke all the blunts and front
And yo, when funds is low at the end of the month
Re-up, and cop the Terrorist %#@!



Save ya life, word

What ya know about problems?
And got a big one, knawhatimean?
Shout out to my God, word