Down Bad

Gotta tap into that pain

You say you hustle
Well do you get money, do you get Money
You say you a shooter
Well let me see yo jumper

I got a million dollar mind
I said that from the door
Rich in my thoughts, I can never go Broke
I was down bad, I was on my ass
I was really broke
I was really broke
Back against the wall, I was on the Ropes
Burnt in deez streets fucking with Deez hoes
Bridges got burnt, I didn't need a Boat
Really do I feel fucked up bout it no
Still remember 2005
Hustling grinding just tryna survive
My mama house burnt to da ground In a fire
The hurt and pain I seen in her eyes
I was thinking weed
I was thinking bricks
I was thinking money
I was thinking rich
I was thinking robbing
I was thinking licks
But on the cool I wasn't even Thinking shit
Glock one me strapped like the Alamo
Niggas be yapping n really don't Know
My foot on they neck as I run up the Score
Yea I run up the score
FreeGame
Get me some money, went got me Some money, went got me some More
State on my stomach
Keep it 100 you already know

You say you hustle
Well do you get money, do you get Money
You say you a shooter
Well let me see yo jumper
I got a million dollar mind
I said that from the door
Rich in my thoughts, I can never go Broke
I was down bad, I was on my ass
I was really broke
I was really broke
Back against the wall, I was on the Ropes
Burnt in deez streets fucking with Deez hoes
Bridges got burnt, I didn't need a Boat
Really do I feel fucked up bout it no

I just count it up, they just count me Out
You ain't talking money, what ya Talking bout
Right from the source, fuck the word Of mouth
Got a problem, bet I come and see About it
You don't fuck with me, I don't fuck With you
Bitch I'm from the boot, aka the zoo
New foreign whip, had to cop the Coupe
Blunt between my fingers aching out The roof
Put this on my mama, I'm just being Honest
Honor roll student, I was good with Numbers
Fuckng up the commas, I don't want No drama
I just want the money
Yea I can be ya Clyde, you could be My bonnie
I den really lived it, I den really done It
If she act suspicious I don't really Want her
Glock one me strapped like the Alamo
Niggas be yapping n really don't Know
My foot on they neck as I run up the Score
Yea I run up the score
FreeGame
Get me some money, went got me Some money, went got me some More
State on my stomach
Keep it 100 you already know

You say you hustle
Well do you get money, do you get Money
You say you a shooter
Well let me see yo jumper
I got a million dollar mind
I said that from the door
Rich in my thoughts, I can never go Broke
I was down bad, I was on my ass
I was really broke
I was really broke
Back against the wall, I was on the
Ropes
Burnt in deez streets fucking with Deez hoes
Bridges got burnt, I didn't need a Boat
Really do I feel fucked up bout it no



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Writer(s): Laquvain Walker
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