First World Problem Child - Stray From The Path

Every rich white kid’s got something to say

Shut the fuck up

First world problem child

Yo, you lost your way

Born on easy street

Never step foot on MLK

Easy living in your position

With a white last name

Pre-conditioned to be the villain

Another suburban day

Every rich white kid’s got something to say

Shut the fuck up

(First world problem child)

Fortunate and favored

You spit the same old flavor

You can use a taste of another race

What’s it like to be your neighbor?

Knock knock, coming in hot

We don’t need the key, we can break the lock

To your gated house, show the sheltered the real shit

Bring the motherfucking truth out

First world problem child

Step in their shoes, and walk a mile

I’m a surgeon with a switchblade

I’ll cut you, see if you still bleed

You wouldn’t know a problem

'Cause you got everything you need

I got iron in my arteries

You got a wall between yourself and reality

Show the sheltered the real shit

Bring the mother fucking truth out

Every rich white kid’s got something to say

Shut the fuck up