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Matt Murdock Video (MV)




Performed By: Dereck Scott
Length: 3:18
Written by: Dereck Scott
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Dereck Scott - Matt Murdock Lyrics
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Problem here problem there
Lately it's kinda hard when the problem stare, you right In the mirror
And you see the problem there
Feel stuck in your my mind, you found a cell
Where ya soul, or where you sold it, lately temper tantrums and mixed emotions lie
Where the weathers coldest
You cope with bad news like roller coasters, cover it up with masks or something
Slave to your mind, masa something
Instead stead of cry, you rather get hit with a task though
Until life come kick your f*cking ass though
Oh You want the bag
The 100s, the 50s, 20, the 10s, you don't the 5
But the 5 define your ass broke ass though you ain't alive until your
Live on the gram
That's f*cking sad hoe
You want a nigga with a fake bag though
You want a hood but a rich nigga
He ain't rich nigga, that's his phone bill
He holding up to his ear nigga
That's a fact though
Problem here, problem there
Problem here, problem there
Nigga's think cause I got a cape on
I ain't got no problems
That's a problem there
More wishes, and more wishes
If niggas had 3 wishes it'd be more bitches
And more money, more cars, more niggas
In chains, chained up, more lynches
Lame as f*ck, a gang of niggas is all f*cking the same duck
I paint the picture, I chalk it up, and bodies rust
I load the barrel, and pull the trigger when I aim to bust
Problem here, problem there
Problem here, problem there
Nigga's think cause I got a cape on
I ain't got no problems
That's a problem there
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Problem here problem there
Lately it's kinda hard when the problem stare, you right In the mirror
And you see the problem there
Feel stuck in your my mind, you found a cell
Where ya soul, or where you sold it, lately temper tantrums and mixed emotions lie
Where the weathers coldest
You cope with bad news like roller coasters, cover it up with masks or something
Slave to your mind, masa something
Instead stead of cry, you rather get hit with a task though
Until life come kick your f*cking ass though
Oh You want the bag
The 100s, the 50s, 20, the 10s, you don't the 5
But the 5 define your ass broke ass though you ain't alive until your
Live on the gram
That's f*cking sad hoe
You want a nigga with a fake bag though
You want a hood but a rich nigga
He ain't rich nigga, that's his phone bill
He holding up to his ear nigga
That's a fact though
Problem here, problem there
Problem here, problem there
Nigga's think cause I got a cape on
I ain't got no problems
That's a problem there
More wishes, and more wishes
If niggas had 3 wishes it'd be more bitches
And more money, more cars, more niggas
In chains, chained up, more lynches
Lame as f*ck, a gang of niggas is all f*cking the same duck
I paint the picture, I chalk it up, and bodies rust
I load the barrel, and pull the trigger when I aim to bust
Problem here, problem there
Problem here, problem there
Nigga's think cause I got a cape on
I ain't got no problems
That's a problem there
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