Burden - Problem Child Lyrics

I'll never die, what I mean by that is you can kill the body, you can take the flesh away, all that good shit, but what I've done here today this is engraved in the mother f*ckin soil and will live forever, on God,
Holy shit,
Peep this,
Ain't no bitch in me,
No sneak dissin,
I better pray, cause I keep sinning
I keep grinding I keep winnin
Life's simple, mines not,
Big revolver, 5 shots,
Leave your ass with like one eyeball, looking like a damn cyclops
My whip clean, and my bitch bad,
Smokin good weed, out a big bag,
No blunts please just zigzags,
Got a 10 pack I'm tryna kick back,
Speak big facts, we been strapped,
If It's on the hip, bitch get back,
Only thing I'm missin is the chit chat,
And I don't beef no more, that shit wack,
She want to be a model, that's cool,
Body like a bottle, with some tattoos,
Hopin that I holler, bitch bad news,
She been known to f*ck with them rap dudes,
I ghost,
More bitches than most, and don't respond to my posts, I don't mean to boast,
I make a toast,
Im at the table with nothin but goats,
Will I be great
Crease in my napkin, ordering steak
Ain't no such thing as too much on my plate,Tip it upside down you pouring my drink,
I'll get in your head, I know what you think,
My dawg in the fed with a pipe and a shank,
I can relate from time in the state,
-With the razor blade bobwire Gates
Ain't give a f*ck about Nintendo,
15 talkin to my mama through a window,
I know that she love me but she mad that I'm her kid though,
-late to school, I had to roll up an extendo
Rollin with my kinfolk,
Get money cause we been broke,
He was problem child, I get that,
He had his hands in the air when they shot him down, admit that,
This the place you raise your kids,
This the world we gotta live, guess we all f*cked,
Dont tell me you love me
Don't tell me no lie
Just tell me you hate me and want me to die,
Just tell me you wish that I'd get a new bitch,
And that you never see me again in your life
Ha- Word to my ex...
Still gettin drunk, sendin me texts,
Brand new whip, I had to flex
Brand new money, I blew a check, f*ck it,
I've been on the grind for a long long time and I think it's bout time that I finally get mine
I've been on the grind for a f*cking long time, and it's f*ckin bout time that i f*ckin get mine,
Yea I'm chillin, -it's all cool,
Don't know you, -don't want to,
Don't need friends , to talk to,
That's always , the wrong move,
Anytime, you ever tried, to confide in someone new,
They'll let you down, like every time, and I swear to God that's true,
Listen legends never die, and hustlers never fall off
Bet he come for mine , I hit him with the sawed off,
That bitch there so fine, I had to hit it raw dog,
Knowin if cum inside I'm in it for the long haul,
Ain't give a f*ck about Nintendo,
15 talkin to my mama through a window,
I know that she love me but she mad that I'm her kid though,
-late to school, I had to roll up an extendo
Rollin with my kinfolk,
Get money cause we been broke,
He was problem child, I get that,
He had his hands in the air when they shot him down, admit that,
This the place you raise your kids,
This the world we gotta live, guess we all f*cked