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M.O.R.T. Lyrics


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These streets had made a man out me
I ain't have nothing went and made a plan bout it
Posted on that block, sometimes I feel like Dennis Rodman
Every time it's beef then we resorting to violence
Police come around we act like we got Alzheimers
Legend in my hood I probably be a all timer
Shout out to my mama nigga I been staying solid
Raised a nigga right, somehow I turned into a monster
Nigga I'm a problem
When you really in the trenches shit be different
Robbing and killing you see it vivid
Bad enough that you seen it you had to live it
And you ain't thugging for nothing that shit be critical
Pushing them pounds, I beat the pack like Sunny Digital
Clutching this glizzy for whenever they want to get physical
Sliding with some niggas if I tell em they'll get rid of you
Same lil niggas who was thugging in elementary school
Same lil nigga got expelled from a couple different schools
High school selling grams in the hallway
Catching plays tell em meet me when the bell ring
Eighteen, I had it rolling when the mail came
Now I done found out how to get this shit a couple ways
Dope boy
Ran me up some cash, come from pulling niggas hoe card
Nigga I been stacking, I might cop me some to show for it
Thousand dollar shoes like they came with a toe guard
These streets had made a man out me
I ain't have nothing went and made a plan bout it
Posted on that block, sometimes I feel like Dennis Rodman
Every time it's beef then we resorting to violence
Police come around we act like we got Alzheimers
Legend in my hood I probably be a all timer
Shout out to my mama nigga I been staying solid
Raised a nigga right, somehow I turned into a monster
Nigga I'm a problem
Nigga I'm a problem
I was fucked up, down bad, I went and got it
Shawty them was up, but they ain't help, I shot by em
Still with them niggas who was with me at the bottom
These streets had made a man out me
I ain't have nothing went and made a plan bout it
Posted on that block, sometimes I feel like Dennis Rodman
Every time it's beef then we resorting to violence
Police come around we act like we got Alzheimers
Legend in my hood I probably be a all timer
Shout out to my mama nigga I been staying solid




Raised a nigga right, somehow I turned into a monster
Nigga I'm a problem

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to M.O.R.T.'s song Problem tell the story of a man who grew up in the streets and became a product of his environment. He had nothing and had to make a plan to succeed, ultimately becoming a legend in his hood. However, this success came with a price. The man has become a monster, resorting to violence at every opportunity, and forgetting about the consequences of his actions. He is still loyal to his childhood friends who were with him during the tough times, and he acknowledges that his mother raised him right, even though he turned out to be a problem in society.


The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the struggles experienced by those who grow up in tough environments. The man's experiences have shaped him into who he is today, but there is a sense of regret and acknowledgement of the wrongs he has committed. The themes of loyalty, violence, and the corrupting influence of the streets are all explored in this powerful song.


Line by Line Meaning

These streets had made a man out me
Growing up in these streets toughened me up and made me who I am.


I ain't have nothing went and made a plan bout it
I had nothing and had to make a plan to get something.


Posted on that block, sometimes I feel like Dennis Rodman
I spend a lot of time in my neighborhood and feel like I'm always on guard, like Dennis Rodman was on the basketball court.


Every time it's beef then we resorting to violence
Whenever there's a conflict, we tend to use violence to solve it.


Police come around we act like we got Alzheimers
When the police come around, we act like we don't remember anything to protect ourselves.


Legend in my hood I probably be a all timer
I'm well-known and respected in my neighborhood, and my reputation will likely last a long time.


Shout out to my mama nigga I been staying solid
I credit my mother for raising me to be trustworthy and reliable.


Raised a nigga right, somehow I turned into a monster
Despite my mother's efforts to raise me well, I ultimately became a dangerous and aggressive person.


Nigga I'm a problem
I'm a dangerous and formidable presence in my community.


When you really in the trenches shit be different
Life is tough when you're living in poverty and dealing with violence and crime on a daily basis.


Robbing and killing you see it vivid
Robbery and murder are a common occurrence, and the experience stays with you.


Bad enough that you seen it you had to live it
It's difficult enough having to witness such violence, it's even harder to have to live through it.


And you ain't thugging for nothing that shit be critical
When you're involved in street life, the stakes are high and the consequences are severe.


Pushing them pounds, I beat the pack like Sunny Digital
I'm successful in my drug dealing business, and I'm able to beat the competition.


Clutching this glizzy for whenever they want to get physical
I carry a gun with me at all times to defend myself when someone wants to use physical violence against me.


Sliding with some niggas if I tell em they'll get rid of you
I'm willing to act violently against someone if I feel threatened or need to protect myself.


Same lil niggas who was thugging in elementary school
The same group of guys I grew up with are still involved in street life with me.


Same lil nigga got expelled from a couple different schools
I had behavioral issues in school and got kicked out of multiple schools.


High school selling grams in the hallway
I was selling drugs in the hallways of my high school.


Catching plays tell em meet me when the bell ring
I would arrange drug deals during school hours and tell my customers to meet me between classes.


Eighteen, I had it rolling when the mail came
By the time I was 18, I was successful enough in my drug dealing to have consistent, reliable customers.


Now I done found out how to get this shit a couple ways
I've learned different ways to make money through illegal means.


Dope boy
I'm a drug dealer.


Ran me up some cash, come from pulling niggas hoe card
I made a lot of money by stealing from and manipulating people.


Nigga I been stacking, I might cop me some to show for it
I've saved up a lot of money and might buy something to show off my wealth.


Thousand dollar shoes like they came with a toe guard
I'm able to afford expensive shoes that are so durable they come with a toe guard.


I was fucked up, down bad, I went and got it
When I was in a bad situation, I took action to improve my circumstances and make money.


Shawty them was up, but they ain't help, I shot by em
Even though I had people around me, no one was willing or able to help me when I needed it, so I had to fend for myself.


Still with them niggas who was with me at the bottom
I'm still loyal to the people who were there for me when I had nothing.




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Written by: JaTahj Malcom

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Odlična stvar. Ne znam zbog čega, ali vidim je kao savršenu stvar za duet sa Baretom.

Kuglični Ležaj

jebemti! od ovoga može da se rikne! <3 bravo momci!

Tina Uzun

Da se uspostave letovi pa da vas uspijem vidit na festivalu u Vrlici i obvezno odsvirajte ovu stvar. Savrsenstvo!!! Podsjecate me na Tool, al ipak svoji.

Mort Bend

🙏💟

Jelena Hestera

Ova stvar je totalno podcijenjena.

nevena dundovic

opa opa problem me ćopa nemam više dopa 😘

Lezbo Vilenjak

znas li ti martina sta radi knauf u kanadi

Dino Yeah

top!

Slobodan Draskovic

Legendarno

Marko Jakupec

Sluša se Tool?!

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