"Child So Bad" lyrics
(OBN, da, da, da, da)
Ya dig? Squid
Turn me up real quick, what's happenin'?
(OBN, da, da, da, da)
What's happenin' folk? (Hey)
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
(What up ref?)
(Call this bitch lil' do-do, smokin' do-do)
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Grew up in the bottom where we hangin' outside all day
It's poverty and everything misleadin'
Grew up in the city where the murder rate ain't fallin'
Niggas get put in the dirt, you can believe it
Just poured that soft and I not just one side, the whole part of that bitch
We layin' low and every stick attached now with a switch
My whole team, they got on shoulder pads, I'm ready for them to send the blitz
Since a youngin I been doin' my dab, I been pipin' my shit
And they wander why yo' child so bad?
He keep on relapsin' off heroin, he livin' fast
He walkin 'round bandana'd up, depending on 30 Mags
That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh
I go to speedin', I get loaded, I be fucked up on the slab
Runnin' the streets, ain't miss a beat, man, I ain't even take a bath
Can't fuck with me, won't give 'em peace until they lock me in a cell
Fly out the city, state to state because it's buckets full of crabs
Grew up in the bottom where we hangin' outside all day
It's poverty and everything misleadin'
Grew up in the city where the murder rate ain't fallin'
Niggas get put in the dirt, you can believe it
Grew up in the bottom where we hangin' outside all day
It's poverty and everything misleadin'
Grew up in the city where the murder rate ain't fallin'
Niggas get put in the dirt, you can believe it
And they wander why yo' child so bad?
He keep on relapsin' off heroin, he livin' fast
He walkin 'round bandana'd up, depending on 30 Mags
That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh
I always do my shit, I hold my own weight, it's still dumb
Violate anything on my side, I'm bound to drill somethin'
Niggas moving with no guidance, just wanna kill somethin'
It's one system for that reckin', it's called redrum
Always do my shit, I hold my own weight, it's still dumb
Violate anything on my side, I'm bound to drill somethin'
Niggas moving with no guidance, just wanna kill somethin'
It's one system for that reckin', it's called redrum
And you wonder why yo' child so bad? (So bad)
Look where we at
And they wander why they child so bad? (So bad)
Look where we at
And they wander why they child so bad? (So bad)
(He walkin 'round bandana'd up, depending on 30 Mags)
Look where we at
(That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh)
(That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh)
Ya dig? Squid
Turn me up real quick, what's happenin'?
(OBN, da, da, da, da)
What's happenin' folk? (Hey)
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
(What up ref?)
(Call this bitch lil' do-do, smokin' do-do)
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Grew up in the bottom where we hangin' outside all day
It's poverty and everything misleadin'
Grew up in the city where the murder rate ain't fallin'
Niggas get put in the dirt, you can believe it
Just poured that soft and I not just one side, the whole part of that bitch
We layin' low and every stick attached now with a switch
My whole team, they got on shoulder pads, I'm ready for them to send the blitz
Since a youngin I been doin' my dab, I been pipin' my shit
And they wander why yo' child so bad?
He keep on relapsin' off heroin, he livin' fast
He walkin 'round bandana'd up, depending on 30 Mags
That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh
I go to speedin', I get loaded, I be fucked up on the slab
Runnin' the streets, ain't miss a beat, man, I ain't even take a bath
Can't fuck with me, won't give 'em peace until they lock me in a cell
Fly out the city, state to state because it's buckets full of crabs
Grew up in the bottom where we hangin' outside all day
It's poverty and everything misleadin'
Grew up in the city where the murder rate ain't fallin'
Niggas get put in the dirt, you can believe it
Grew up in the bottom where we hangin' outside all day
It's poverty and everything misleadin'
Grew up in the city where the murder rate ain't fallin'
Niggas get put in the dirt, you can believe it
And they wander why yo' child so bad?
He keep on relapsin' off heroin, he livin' fast
He walkin 'round bandana'd up, depending on 30 Mags
That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh
I always do my shit, I hold my own weight, it's still dumb
Violate anything on my side, I'm bound to drill somethin'
Niggas moving with no guidance, just wanna kill somethin'
It's one system for that reckin', it's called redrum
Always do my shit, I hold my own weight, it's still dumb
Violate anything on my side, I'm bound to drill somethin'
Niggas moving with no guidance, just wanna kill somethin'
It's one system for that reckin', it's called redrum
And you wonder why yo' child so bad? (So bad)
Look where we at
And they wander why they child so bad? (So bad)
Look where we at
And they wander why they child so bad? (So bad)
(He walkin 'round bandana'd up, depending on 30 Mags)
Look where we at
(That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh)
(That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh)
Writer(s): Jeremy Jones
