Lyrics:
make you hustle, steal, borrow and beg
I'm still talking about that bad thing, king heroin
When you want to look for a vein in your arm or your leg
I
won't feel bad about another goodbye
I can feel her here, but I'm by myself
She knows she can call, I know it won't help
I can hear her voice, but I'm
guessing the struggle is part of God's will
Shits going bad when it rains it pours
I'm just a broke rapper tryna open doors
Shits going bad when it rains
have sexuality
You deny it" So I said "fuck it i'm a
Different kind of feminist i'm
A bad feminist"
People say that I'm so
Controversial but I think
kept still until the long drive home
And slept safe and close to the window
Well, I've got a bad feeling about this
I've got a bad feeling about
Who's
losing sight
Couples friends left but I'll be alright
Stav still stabbing these beats
Todd been in these streets and I'm watching you niggas lose hype
Then
Why you talking bad, hold up get back
Got the music in the bag, yea i'm ready for the tags
Take a step back, yea that's pretty really bad
You don't
And they coming by the two
Yea you can do what you want
But bae I'm still coming with you
And you know ima get us right
Put that straight to the T
And you
a trance
She blowing whispers in my ear, I should call her Lance
I'm throwing paper in the air, get it when it lands
Before it runs out grab me by my bad
ain’t the father for the race
His skin just lacks traction
A good white father is still worse
Than a bad Black one!
That same skin is needed
Your presence
my life, and I don't wanna lose out
I'm still about, I'm home sweet home
In the ends, like I don't wanna move out
I'm too bad
There are lots of signs
back? I don’t even know that
I’m just livin’ life like it ain’t so bad
Will I get it right before I get a toe tag
Verse 1:
I hit you up/ you hit me back
I'm a bad, bad man
There's a girl in Omaha
But I ran faster than her pa
Can't go back to Omaha
I'm a bad, bad man
There's a girl in Wyoming
foul play"
Bad news on soprano scene -
first Carlotta, now Christine!
Still, at least the seats get sold
gossip's worth its weight in gold . . .
What
dogs, steppin' through the fog
And I'm still gon' fade 'em all
With the gangsta shit that keeps you hangin'
How many hoes in ninety-four will I be
he was Cuban
Swag before swag man the Machismo was oozin
I'm still a teen walk-in round with a tooth pick
Callin teachers chico tryna be like my hero
patient
Still waitin', I'm still waitin'
Bein' patient, still bein' patient
Still waitin', I'm still waitin'
Bein' patient, still bein' patient
Will wait
ends
Bible scriptures in our songs, we never say amen
We ain't seventeen but we still runnin' shit
I'm middle class but I still hit a lick
And swear she
Damn, got me paranoid, every time I leave the house I'm strapped now
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six on my life I can't go out
to the bone
But the endless violations by the rulers of the nations
Are unjust and they must be overthrown
Haven't you Heard?
I'm a Bad Motherfucker for sho'
growin' older by the day I've given up on hope.
I'm in a high place and I can't find a rope.
They say its just phase that everything will change
like
where will I go
And what would I do
If no be for rap tell me who for know me
One minute I’m happy the next man I’m not
Dem dey call me blood but dem de
thing
Still keep writing non-stop about my life
While I'm keep describing thе way it's feelin' me
Cause now I'm freestyling around, man
Part two is
young my parents yelled
beware of the ivory man that will steal and sell now that
I'm older those words are still pure
not the look of a crook in his
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