Bad Bitch Interlude
All-black outfits, call me a criminal
Used to wake up with no brunch only the cereal
Now I'm living life my mind is so damn delusional
My mama be asking me Josh hold on wait
Nigga hold on stop, how you do that there
I never had an answer so I always look and stare
I see my baby walk by, so I gotta look and stare
You should walk inside my mind, but let's not even go there
But
I been battling with thoughts of suicide
Since I was five, you can't tell me that God ain't my witness
Never talked about cause it isn't yo business
A nigga been walking and mumbling by faith
So I can sin in your face
So she can sit on my face
I probably the only nigga that you could never replace
So let's face it, yo man ain't shit let's just admit it
Forget it, I'll hit you back baby gimme a minute
Best belief my nigga better believe
That waking up to the green ain't gonna water your seeds
But it'll make it, without love or sympathy you know she'll probably fake it
And blow it up inside yo face
And now, you gotta raise a lil menace to society
And hope he talk and hope he walk and live his life with the right intent
Or he gone dime a bad bitch like his daddy did
Cause he's his daddy kid
Oh shit well you know
Used to wake up with no brunch only the cereal
Now I'm living life my mind is so damn delusional
My mama be asking me Josh hold on wait
Nigga hold on stop, how you do that there
I never had an answer so I always look and stare
I see my baby walk by, so I gotta look and stare
You should walk inside my mind, but let's not even go there
But
I been battling with thoughts of suicide
Since I was five, you can't tell me that God ain't my witness
Never talked about cause it isn't yo business
A nigga been walking and mumbling by faith
So I can sin in your face
So she can sit on my face
I probably the only nigga that you could never replace
So let's face it, yo man ain't shit let's just admit it
Forget it, I'll hit you back baby gimme a minute
Best belief my nigga better believe
That waking up to the green ain't gonna water your seeds
But it'll make it, without love or sympathy you know she'll probably fake it
And blow it up inside yo face
And now, you gotta raise a lil menace to society
And hope he talk and hope he walk and live his life with the right intent
Or he gone dime a bad bitch like his daddy did
Cause he's his daddy kid
Oh shit well you know
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Writer(s): Joshua Turner
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