CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Problem

I'm made to be a problem
I mean I did that sh*t
Ain’t nobody give me sh*t
Nothing, I had to go do that sh*t
Bring that sh*t back to the streets
Make them bands pop
Start with your mother and your father
That sh*t born in you
That sh*t in your household
That sh*t in your blood, aye

It started with my mother and my father (Father)
They told me I was special, I was made to win an Oscar (Uh-huh)
Raised by the realest, killers, Crips and some robbers (Boom! boom!)
The city on my back, I’m a motherf**king problem
Walking home from school, all I seen was the fiends (Damn)
n***a tryna come between my money and my team (Bands)
I don’t give no f**k, cute b*t*h I was mean
Put her on some game, now that b*t*h think she me (What?)
It started with my mother and my father
They told me I was special, I was made to win an Oscar (Doll)
Raised by the realest, killers, Crips and some robbers (Boom! boom!)
The city on my back, I’m a motherf**king problem
Walking home from school, all I seen was the fiends
n***a tryna come between my money and my team
I don’t give no f**k, cute b*t*h, I was mean
Put her on some game, now that b*t*h think she me (She what?)