stevo king - problem child lyrics
[vicasso on another one]
[first verse]
[stevo king]
i’m out in beverly hills on a shopping spree, hop of the jet to eating lobster meat, slide by a dispensary i’m tryna buy all da weed, um trapping in the hill this the type of sh+t i thought i’d never see, private pool party with b+tches out a magazine, rent me a scooter o maneuver when i’m on venice beach, the water much cooler when your jewler shout out to water by three, got a few pieces i’m swiping so girl it’s all on me, designer drugs i’m smoking on versace weed, i’m my versacе briefs, figured i’d go cop the snеaks, top and fleece, double g’s all over me, i can’t let these substances get to me cause lately i been sippin more than usually
[hook]
i grew up as a problem child, in the projects running wild, dodging narcs jumping fences was my only way to get it, i just hope that they don’t lock me down, and i washed my dirty money clean, washed the perc down wit a sip of lean, i lost my n+gga to the streets that still be hurting me that’s why i ride with that stick on me
[second verse]
[kwony cash]
huh, 20/20 coupe i got vision, [?] hitters out the roof with precision [huh] only touch ya b+tch with permission[ yeah], they gone find you in the ditch if you dissing [yeah], heard he talking dog ima big one, in the trap everyday getting of the real one, been through so much pain dawg i swear ion feel none, playing wit my family and my money i’m k!ll some, turn into a villain [yeah], and i’m tryna get a million, real street n+gga gotta keep this sh+t a trillion, got some sh+t inside of me i still gotta deal with, cut some n+ggas off who i shouldn’t have kept it real wit, cut some b+tches off who i shouldn’t have kept it real wit, all this fake love i’m just telling you some real sh+t, grew up selling drugs i ain’t never have to steal sh+t, they know i’m a thug i’ll slime you out real quick
[hook]
i grew up as a problem child, in the projects running wild, dodging narcs jumping fences was my only way to get it, i just hope that they don’t lock me down, and i washed my dirty money clean, washed the perc down wit a sip of lean, i lost my n+gga to the streets that still be hurting me that’s why i ride with that stick on me
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