Lyrics:
the bad
I just want the worse
Every body knows It all gets better when you start from the dirt
Now I'm searching for some feeling and I kinda like the hurt
want em still knock em out his sock
Fuckin with me better not say what happened
Top of the bottle cause niggas be cap
Hop on a beat and I'm doing
and hide it
Even though yeah I smile for a picture, inside I'm feelin' bitter
Feelin' colder than December, but um...
Yesterday seems worse than the day
fucked left
Right something evil
All my life I've been trapped
Down by my own people
I'm on some shit to make your tummy's turn
Full clip's ready to pull
better turns to worse you will abide
That's the deal, if it were not for God's grace
I might be there in her place and she'd be right by my side
That's
mission impossible
And price to be paid and a truth to accept
Worse the village than the cavern
Better me than the town and tavern
Am I planting seeds for
down their noses
'Cause I kept the wine and threw away the rose
I stood by and watched the bottle take control of me
The turn I made was not the one
terrorized it
Not even a bottle of water
Make it worse this room was hotter than a sauna
So I jumped up got ready.
Went downstairs to the hotel lobby
I'm steppin by my lonely
Pocket rocket sturdy you can't tell I got it on me (on)
I can't trust a soul cause I don't know who really for me
All we have
and Fifties yeah no none for you
Some of these women they jumpin and jumping around kangaroo
Count up a check and I times it by two if I'm going ghost then
the slop
I keep it hip hop for ya'll, we don't stop
Got ladies by the flock, no safety on the glock
Stop, look and listen when the semi auto's pop, your
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
don't wanna end up hurtin' tomorrow
Long term or temporary, I can't decide
How much of my love can you borrow?
Tighten up, baby, yes, I fell for you
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
that her son got some fame
Probably why she gotta pray for me
So i get by
And they know why
Don't tell me hi
Cause i roll by
So i get by
And they know
chakra like the liquid from the spine
Looking for the third eye
Yeah, they got the message out the bottle oh
And they said murder that she row
Murder that
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
like I ain't done enough
Jealousy
Shit a make ya homie turn himself into a enemy
Jealousy
Only cure for it is these bullets that's the remedy
Jealousy
If
I'm stick around for years, like Fevicol
I can busta rhyme for any scenario
I can turn back time, steal Em's spaghetti bowl
Just doin' the most, no
"I don't know who you are
I don't know what you want
If you are looking for ransom
I can tell you I don't have money
But what I do have, are a very
Back up for the construction function
We bout to turn this thing out
With elation, gentrification
Round, and around, and around, and around,
no more sentimental
Bottle it up, I'm so temperamental
It feel like hell, the shit that I've been through
Nobody listens, I need to vent to
So I turn
by the dirt
Without my brother by my side it only got so worse
I don't know God but all my life I always went to church
And when I stopped I thought,
to fix it again
You did this to yourself, by yourself
A cry for help won't mean a thing if they don't listen again
I know you say that you got nothin
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