Lyrics The Problem Child - M.A.B.

You see, it be these fuck niggas, tryna bring out the worst in me
They don't see the vision
They don't know where I came from
They don't know where I'm headed
(Vengeance)

See me and my team you know we runnin up the score (run it up)
Yo Squad full of squares who never hit a lick before (nah)
Black and white diamonds, Lookin like a checkerboard (22)
Hold up that's yo girl? My Nigga check yo broad
I was coolin with the gang, (gang)
We rocking n we mobbin then
We came up off yo chain, (chain)
Yo squad n em, we Robbin em
God damn man what a day, (day)
Done came up off goofy
Talkin dirty don't get stained
Shut his mouth for talkin loosely (come here! come here!)
I was tryna keep my peace, (peace)
These niggas got me out it
Talkin greasy on the internet
Knowin they ain't bout it (fuck em)
Playin tag shootin bodies
223's you know I'm not it (pew pew pew)
You been postin that lil gun
I bet not catch yo ass without it!
I'm a problem child
The problem child who went and gained the knowledge (Chiyea!)
Grew up with some hustlers
I was raised to sell narcotics (Chiyea!)
Treat me like an emperor
Who rose up from the bottom (Chiyea!)
I done found my groove on a Grove
Shout out Cottage

They tried to demonize me!
They tried to ridicule me!
They tried to cancel me!
They tried! They tried!
(Aye! Let's Go!)

Said the son gon rise so I ain't done until the sun is done
Movin in a pack, bet you can't see me in no one on one
Told you check yo broad, now this dick is what she running from
Do this for the orphans y'all don't know just where I'm coming from
#1 in stamina, pace, and agility
They say I'm dynamic, write a verse with versatility
All I want are assets and you a liability
Mess with Dream Or Die and watch you end on disability