Bad Vibes, Pt. 2
What did you learn?
What did you earn?
I kept the fire
But I didn't burn
I Guard all my feelings
They wasn't concerned
Remember them calls
That You Didn't return
I was just lying
I wasn't at work
I do it for you
What is it worth
I catch a body
I put you in hearse
Fighting for you
Got hole in shirt
I'm really not sorry
For a thing that I said
Go make me a trap
Then I crawl in your bed
Got to get focus
It's Back to the bread
That girl named briana
Is stuck in my head
Moving so fast
I'm over the edge
Momma is crying
The baby not fed
My nigga just died
Jump over this ledge
Your Daddy locked up
He dealing with fed
know he a snitch
But he didn't care
You love him so much
But shit isn't fair
This is a poem
That come from the ghetto
I Been through a lot
But it made me a man
So much money
It fall out my hand
Don't wake me up
I'll dream till the end
Even if I gotta snatch
A Benz
It's murder
I kill you with excellence
Guess it's really
Bad vibes
Not losing my pride
Hop in my ride
Even when I chase these dime
I don't know why
You on my mind
Won't let them take my life
So be aware
walk with a nine
V.I.B.E
Guess that's how it supposed to be
Percocet's, ecstasy
I Cannot let you next to me
She came thru and fucked the team
You would of gave her everything
Maybe it will work this time
Freedom is this the best of mind
You told me
You don't wanna die
But lonely is the way I vibe
Yea I'm up too
Wanna Know how
Cause I been locked
In for damn while
Overcame my thoughts
As a lost child
But I know it's hard
To let go
She don't want to fuck you
no-more
I grew up kicking
Back doors
But I Still ride thru
With 44
I'm On dat syrup
I lean slow
Your actions
Who endorsing this?
You beat the case
So glorious
Went through it all
Broke many laws
So many times
That I had to fall
I scored Lil nigga
I still made the shot
Fresh out of jail
Went straight to the block
Caught up again
Because you sold them rock
You robbed that nigga
But he was a cop
Kick in a door
let's count up this Guap
I gotta watch
Scheme and they plot
Pick up the pieces
How can I not
Momma I love you
I know it's a lot
Death to my enemies
Hope that they rot
Stand for myself
Stand for the block
PushThru Everything
Shoot at the opps
Yea
Maxx
What did you earn?
I kept the fire
But I didn't burn
I Guard all my feelings
They wasn't concerned
Remember them calls
That You Didn't return
I was just lying
I wasn't at work
I do it for you
What is it worth
I catch a body
I put you in hearse
Fighting for you
Got hole in shirt
I'm really not sorry
For a thing that I said
Go make me a trap
Then I crawl in your bed
Got to get focus
It's Back to the bread
That girl named briana
Is stuck in my head
Moving so fast
I'm over the edge
Momma is crying
The baby not fed
My nigga just died
Jump over this ledge
Your Daddy locked up
He dealing with fed
know he a snitch
But he didn't care
You love him so much
But shit isn't fair
This is a poem
That come from the ghetto
I Been through a lot
But it made me a man
So much money
It fall out my hand
Don't wake me up
I'll dream till the end
Even if I gotta snatch
A Benz
It's murder
I kill you with excellence
Guess it's really
Bad vibes
Not losing my pride
Hop in my ride
Even when I chase these dime
I don't know why
You on my mind
Won't let them take my life
So be aware
walk with a nine
V.I.B.E
Guess that's how it supposed to be
Percocet's, ecstasy
I Cannot let you next to me
She came thru and fucked the team
You would of gave her everything
Maybe it will work this time
Freedom is this the best of mind
You told me
You don't wanna die
But lonely is the way I vibe
Yea I'm up too
Wanna Know how
Cause I been locked
In for damn while
Overcame my thoughts
As a lost child
But I know it's hard
To let go
She don't want to fuck you
no-more
I grew up kicking
Back doors
But I Still ride thru
With 44
I'm On dat syrup
I lean slow
Your actions
Who endorsing this?
You beat the case
So glorious
Went through it all
Broke many laws
So many times
That I had to fall
I scored Lil nigga
I still made the shot
Fresh out of jail
Went straight to the block
Caught up again
Because you sold them rock
You robbed that nigga
But he was a cop
Kick in a door
let's count up this Guap
I gotta watch
Scheme and they plot
Pick up the pieces
How can I not
Momma I love you
I know it's a lot
Death to my enemies
Hope that they rot
Stand for myself
Stand for the block
PushThru Everything
Shoot at the opps
Yea
Maxx
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Writer(s): Jovan Harvell
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