Lyrics:
don't destroy society in a day
Until we change ourselves first
From the inside out
We can start by not lying so much
And treating other people like
jordan with the flu
Man these niggas they be fake
They live life through virtual
I know niggas they gone hate
They take shit too personal
I was down bad
Bad Things Get Worse
La da dah
Bad Things get
Bad things
Bad things
bad things
Bad things get worse
I guess things got worse
Can't say that I didn't
fell apart
How the person I loved got killed by a bad disease
Out of nowhere for no reason and me living in the blast zone
With our daughter
place to live
I felt real bad for that poor old man
With the bible clutched in his hands
The ambulance came and took him away
The train started down
Soldiers in a war that doesn't exist
Bloodying their sword with their inner mist
Families are torn
Hate the democrips for issues caused by
Soldiers in a war that doesn't exist
Bloodying their sword with their inner mist
Families are torn
Hate the democrips for issues caused by
whatever you do to erase, but I ain't coming back
Too bad, so sad I wish I coulda gave a shit
Baby you are made of it, you can't get away with it
By the time
Everybody locks the door to keep out any strangers
Everybody's all pent up--everybody's got short fuse
Getting ready to blow up, we live in so much danger
niggas in a rush to grow
Till hard timers in the pen
Had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it comin'
- too busy bullshittin'
Caught him with his
hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is
to live for
All is fair in love and war
Always wanting so much more
Dear lost soul
I'm sorry
If I knew I'd not be
Bad to you
And taunting
I'm Sad for you
in a better place with soul set free I hope you're still singing loud with soul set free too bad you're not around for us to see but I still feel you
niggas ain't G, these niggas ain't me
These bitches really ain't bad, like they on I-G
In person, might think it's a whole 'nother person
Nigga livin'
games aren't not supposed to
Be played by Christian that was supposed to be delivered eight years ago
Anyways, I had to take a break
These people are too
the window at this outside
Something's happening
Smashed up cars, fucked up traffic
People plunged in their TV set
Watch to see the daily bad news
Stand
green,
I stay in cruise like control, but busters fold like a bad poker hand,
now watch me shake this b**** up, like the dice games,
see I'm always
She fuckin' with the niggas in the back
Hood niggas in the black, bad bitches
Gettin' in for the rack, uh
She don’t wanna waste time on a lame nigga
Shorty rocked, took the law in his own hand
Sick of seein' his mom's gettin' beat up by his old man
So he did what any kid would've done
Went into
B-L-A-C-K they don't like me for that and sometimes I see gray
Even though time flying I wanted to move weight
Biggie in '94 bad boy I need faith
I own my own
Style
(Style) coughin' into my coffin now
Have a bad bitch, money
And a crocodile wit' me
Rest in peace to Pimp C
Set me free, need ecstasy
I just really
that everything just gets lost in there
And if it never comes out,? that?s ok by me..
And on other side, ???..at the top there may light at the end
live by the code
(I know)
Never was like Doe
(Nigga)
Never was like Doe
(Aye)
Born a player
Better act like you know
No time to waste
Barely fuckin'
I'm on the scene
Airplane mode live on everything
Had to relax too much dopamine
I keep it vertical when I breathe
I gotta get it by any means
I gotta
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