[Lyric] Sour Patch Kid 2 (Lennin Ledesma & LiRoot & TJB)

[Hook: Lennin & LiRoot]
I'm still a sour patch kid
I'm still a sour patch kid
Tryna survive
Tryna survive
I'm still a sour patch kid
I'm still a sour patch kid
Tryna survive
Tryna survive

[Verse 1: Lennin Ledesma]
Reminiscing about my childhood I think about it everyday
The Bronx was my hood then I moved out to the Bay
I thought that I'd be good but I missed it in a special way
I'm so misunderstood, two versions like SPK
Anyway, I miss when I was young before I went away
I got a little older started stressing like everyday
I finally got over it, snapped out of it like at 28
They used to call me Lento I guess it's cus I'm very late
When I was a teen and so addicted to the weed
Like a motha fuckin fiend I'm conflicted in between
Being a rebel in these streets or resist it and succeed
Now I'm a rebel on these beats, your demise is guaranteed
I'm just a sour patch kid still reaching for these dreams
And if I make it big, big enough to hit the screams
I got a full head of steam since I was young that's the theme
We just some rapping as kids, ain't no fucking round with my team
[Hook: LiRoot]
I'm still a sour patch kid
I'm still a sour patch kid
Tryna survive
Tryna survive

[Verse 2: LiRoot]
I’m a sour patch kid- a dreamer
A poor latchkey kid- a schemer
Break into my own home
Cus another key we couldn’t afford to print nah
Like Edna, this won’t do
No Capes, no heroes
Cooking my own lunches
White bread sandwiches
No peanut butter jelly, I was stuck in a jam yes
Malnourished generation
Hunger never satiated
Galactus brain engaged
Weighing heavy on my state of operation
Working hard like compensation
Making up for days I wasted
Can’t go back, Stevie Wonder hand raising
Praising, ambition dried up like a raisin
Still sweet to the core
Souring my inner thoughts – yeah
Role modeling off of Avatar
Martial arts flicks, Kung Fu hits
Maybe I could be a star
Not losing any friends
Have a father not working seven tens
Double shifts and still broke as shit man
Cannot flip the script
Why is this what I reminisce?
Nostalgic for a trip
My limbo I exist in, this system
Recycling bad thoughts
To cope with what I'm missing
I’ll share it with what I written