Bad Seeds
Friend or foe
They come and go
True colors about to show
Bad seeds
Let 'em go
Friend or foe
They come and go
True colors about to show
Bad seeds
Let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta let 'em go
I can't never have 99 problems
'Cos I keep it one hunnid
That's a plus one for me
Rearrange your mimic do your gimmick and your image
You know my talent's a gif
Like a moving pic
All these cats they send me link
What you think I'm zelda?
I'm busy with my craft manufacturing my cheddar
Still the furthest thing from cheesy
Furthest thing from easy
'Cos I'm harder than difficult
Not your typical lyrical miracle
More like your favorite rapper's
Favorite rapper's favorite rapper
With that being said dont compare me
To any average rapper
Peep my leverage my flow is like a beverage
Better serve cold and you get to sweat it like gatorade
To a brother or sister
Who become a blister
Can't imagine what you feel
When you start being real
You must be spittin acid
Jump around like you're on speed
No wonder you sux big time like Lake Placid
Check the list
You say A and what you do is a B
A smile in your face, but you talk shit behind me
Never ever test me
I'm not buyin' your story
What you tryna flirt?
Smack your two face in the dirt
Then you start a filthy story
I ain't worry if you tellin' lies
You analyze and judgin'
Only Lord knows what it's like
Yeah, only Lord knows what it's like
Do start a filthy story
Lord knows I am right
Friend or foe
They come and go
True colors about to show
Bad seeds
Let 'em go
Friend or foe
They come and go
True colors about to show
Bad seeds
Let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta let 'em go
I got a friend they were working for me
Then they run up on me
They hack, they're soul reapers
They gang up on me with a menya batata(????)
They'll make you a burn
Then you gimme your phone
Now ya makin' it harder,
To the south west face the suffers
Put a dick, my fiend you makin me thirst
Can I get a glass of water?
"Whoa man, shit up
Our house is exuberate
Now busy as hell"
What you shovin that for?
I've been bangin the verse
I've been burning the bridge
And the chorus that fits
Sung as cold as a fridge
Sorry not sorry, this ain't walking dead,
But even won't be needin' me when you're dead.
Haha
Now you're dead.
They come and go
True colors about to show
Bad seeds
Let 'em go
Friend or foe
They come and go
True colors about to show
Bad seeds
Let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta let 'em go
I can't never have 99 problems
'Cos I keep it one hunnid
That's a plus one for me
Rearrange your mimic do your gimmick and your image
You know my talent's a gif
Like a moving pic
All these cats they send me link
What you think I'm zelda?
I'm busy with my craft manufacturing my cheddar
Still the furthest thing from cheesy
Furthest thing from easy
'Cos I'm harder than difficult
Not your typical lyrical miracle
More like your favorite rapper's
Favorite rapper's favorite rapper
With that being said dont compare me
To any average rapper
Peep my leverage my flow is like a beverage
Better serve cold and you get to sweat it like gatorade
To a brother or sister
Who become a blister
Can't imagine what you feel
When you start being real
You must be spittin acid
Jump around like you're on speed
No wonder you sux big time like Lake Placid
Check the list
You say A and what you do is a B
A smile in your face, but you talk shit behind me
Never ever test me
I'm not buyin' your story
What you tryna flirt?
Smack your two face in the dirt
Then you start a filthy story
I ain't worry if you tellin' lies
You analyze and judgin'
Only Lord knows what it's like
Yeah, only Lord knows what it's like
Do start a filthy story
Lord knows I am right
Friend or foe
They come and go
True colors about to show
Bad seeds
Let 'em go
Friend or foe
They come and go
True colors about to show
Bad seeds
Let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta let 'em go
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta gotta gotta
Gotta let 'em go
I got a friend they were working for me
Then they run up on me
They hack, they're soul reapers
They gang up on me with a menya batata(????)
They'll make you a burn
Then you gimme your phone
Now ya makin' it harder,
To the south west face the suffers
Put a dick, my fiend you makin me thirst
Can I get a glass of water?
"Whoa man, shit up
Our house is exuberate
Now busy as hell"
What you shovin that for?
I've been bangin the verse
I've been burning the bridge
And the chorus that fits
Sung as cold as a fridge
Sorry not sorry, this ain't walking dead,
But even won't be needin' me when you're dead.
Haha
Now you're dead.
Credits
Writer(s): Zulfikar Setiawan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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