Going Bad

Lover boy so super certified,
She tell crazy lies like "I love you" to all of her favourite guys
That's her favourite line
Richard for the time
Audi for the drive
It get crazy
Wish I gave you the life that I owe you, but it's crazy
Can't be sleeping through the morning shorty I ain't lazy
Ain't from holly grove, but your Wheezy if I'm Jay z
And I got Nicki and a Bey tryna lay me

As I hold mine feeling like I'm going super crazy
More times pressures building up I'm feeling shaky
Surrounding by my blessings but I'm hurting cause it ain't me
Remembering the times back when I never let it phase me
Bottled up can't break me
Opps never phased me
Anger building up whenever niggas tryna shame me
Got me living life through a scope in sniper games,

Got me buying ice bitch strangled by these chain
AC getting framed
Opps I entertained
People that won't talk to me now screaming out my name
The shortys wanna link me trust me now it ain't the same
And I ain't gotta shout it nigga I'm not playing games

Gave her chances to bounce right back
Took my heart and went n stabbed me in the back
Wasn't worth it now you'll never make it back
Fuck the fame I'm only in it for the cash
Rolling crazy like my foot up on the gas
Lately baby it's my life been moving fast
Fuck the spotlight I'm just grinding for the bag
Generations gonna live off of my tracks

But Never tell me to relax
If I snapped then I snapped nigga
The real me has been asleep for long so don't make me bring that back
Milly cash feel like meek sometimes still keep the heater on my lap
And if you want my bread then we gone toast you nigga
So don't be showing me your back

As my life goes on
More I learn my own
And I'm way more grown
When I'm in my zone
I just need more time
Working more and more
Cause my mind gone wrong
But I'm going on
Now I'm going bad
Still be going bad
Really in my bag
She the best I ever had
Talking bout my wap
This a major track
Like turbo run it back
Apostle on the track
It's Back to back to back

Back to back to back Vidi got the static if you frontin he gone clap it
Versace my aroma bitch I'm living cause we lavish
Used to whip a rolla so we had to buy the Aston
It's my season and you know It cause I'm realer
Your shorty called me think I might need to ID her
Hottest in the city my phone blinging like a Dealer
And the numbers speaking loud enough for you to clearly hear

Gave her chances to bounce right back
Took my heart and went n stabbed me in the back
Wasn't worth it now you'll never make it back
Fuck the fame I'm only in it for the cash
Rolling crazy like my foot up on the gas
Lately baby it's my life been moving fast
Fuck the spotlight I'm just grinding for the bag
Generations gonna live off of my tracks



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Writer(s): Troy Kakande
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