Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Karma , by - Problem. Song from the album S2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.11.2018
Record label: Diamond Lane
Song language: English
Karma |
| You’re not on my mind |
| Yeah |
| And well |
| Well, I’m sittin' right on square one |
| Tryin' to get my head |
| Where it all started |
| Yeah |
| Can I live? |
| (Can I live?) |
| Can I grow? |
| (Can I grow?) |
| Can I be more than what I’ve shown? |
| Listen (Yeah) |
| Not a Muslim, not a Catholic nor a Christian |
| I’m a leader, God, I still receive ya, hold on |
| I ain’t gonna be so nice too much longer, niggas (Yeah, yeah) |
| For my father, I’m here to deliver karma to you (Yeah, yeah) |
| Off my growth, y’all eat, what am I, a farmer to you? |
| These life lessons ain’t cheap, I’m tryin' to charge you niggas (Huh) |
| Paid dues and prices for late night vices (Psh) |
| Phone tapped by vices |
| Bullets hit friends heads 'til they physical’s lifeless |
| Can’t just right this, can’t Suge Knight this, can’t lock it away |
| And pretend it didn’t happen, they just rappin', I’m just ventin' |
| Turn pain into passion, clown movie, it was written (Yeah) |
| I seem smitten, yeah I am, I stand tall |
| Still they try to tear down your man (Why?) |
| Bitch was you created to tear down my plans? |
| (Yeah) |
| Tearin' down my psyche, re-evaluatin' friends? |
| (Yeah) |
| Spendin' time over-analyzin' lies, missin all your truths? |
| (All your truths?) |
| Roundin' up my Y-Gs (All) and all my Snoops? |
| (Yeah) |
| Tell 'em tool up, time to bring them Oscars to them actors (Yeah) |
| Raw spelled backwards will be bad for you like laced Backwoods |
| I’m angry (Fuck these niggas) |
| Been overlooked and disrespected, can you blame me? |
| (Can you blame me?) |
| The animal’s in every room, they can’t tame me |
| They won’t try (Nah), go on, try (Yeah) |
| You’ll be spray paintin' another R-I-P name |
| 'Fore the last one you just put up paint dry (Got 'im!) |
| It’s Diamond Lane, nigga, I can’t lie (D-D-Diamond!) |
| You’re not on my mind |
| And well |
| Well, I’m sittin' right on square one |
| For real |
| Tryin' to get my head |
| Where it all started |
| Yeah |
| No, they say my dog just start snitchin' (Say it ain’t so) |
| I love women, but fuck these bitches (Bitches and hoes) |
| I told you first verse, I’m here to bring the karma (Uh) |
| It’s tough to raise your daughter when you don’t respect they mamas (Uh) |
| Chachi, that ain’t right nigga, where’s your honor? |
| (Where's it at?) |
| I need a mood change, shit, where’s Rihanna? |
| (Uh) |
| The thick one, Problem, Chachi, pick one (Come on) |
| Ménage with a God, help massagin' my problems |
| Psh, alarmin' you strangers, I’m far from a angel |
| I keep it 200, the law will obtain me I’m ballin' and angry (Uh) |
| Okay, see, Russell Westbrook with it |
| Make the beat like the rhyme and lay the best hook with it |
| And niggas still question my spirit |
| Question my goals, question my motives, question my character |
| Like I’m doin' this for money, nah |
| I just want y’all to love me |
| The right way, though |
| You’re not on my mind |
| And well |
| Well, I’m sittin' right on square one |
| That’s all man, fuck |
| Tryin' to get my head |
| Man |
| Where it all started |
| Karma |