All Bad
I member days sittin in tha laundry mat couldnt get me a 60 cent pop
And plus my daddy never round I was feelin down momma addicted to rocks
Ppl would tease me lil frail nigga they would bully me and try to beat me
Mad cuz them dirty bitches from the ida b's used to like on me and try to eat me eww
Most of them bitches was runners member I moved over east for a summer yeah
I met lil les we was youngins and bro was in play opened up ways to get us sum money
Taught me a valuable lesson niggas only disrespect if u manage to let em
Wasn't no big homies tryna teach and get us together so I took that shit as a blessing whoa
In the hallway wit a load stealin the clucks from the trap by the door yeah
Tell em I got two for one on the blows U won't get knock at the door yeah
Then a young nigga start playing wit poles put me in a whole different mode
Hopped of tha porch letting it blow clapped a few niggas that shit start turning me cold
Aw man shit had got all bad
Niggas took zeke we was all sad got on they neck like a dog tag
Wasn't no work was robbing niggas in tha drought cant let these bitches stress a nigga out
I ain't no goofy doin it for tha clout stuck in the trenches tryna pill a scalp whoa
I used to be in the 100s wit Tankhead on Vernon rip Dre that's my bro
I used to be on 10-4 in tha condos wit Ed way before it was called risky road
Im on a whole different road always on go I can't stop to my feet in tha door
No I don't break I don't bend I don't mf fold don't hang wit no Niggas that told yeah
Difference between me and all of u rappers I'm gangsta I stick to the code
Most of these niggas ain't solid fuck nigga be hoes that's why they be sellin they soul yeah
Lil bro just told me that I'm getting old I told him I got a old soul
Gotta have heart as a man cuz the streets a get cold can't complain this the life that a choose
Aw man shit a get all bad
Niggas took snoop we was all sad we at they head like a ball cap
Wasn't no work we was kickin doors in tha drought cant let these bitches stress a nigga out
I ain't no goofy doin it for tha clout stuck in the trenches tryna pill a scalp aye
Shit a get all bad shit shit a get all bad aye yeah
Shit a get all bad shit a get all bad aye yeah
And plus my daddy never round I was feelin down momma addicted to rocks
Ppl would tease me lil frail nigga they would bully me and try to beat me
Mad cuz them dirty bitches from the ida b's used to like on me and try to eat me eww
Most of them bitches was runners member I moved over east for a summer yeah
I met lil les we was youngins and bro was in play opened up ways to get us sum money
Taught me a valuable lesson niggas only disrespect if u manage to let em
Wasn't no big homies tryna teach and get us together so I took that shit as a blessing whoa
In the hallway wit a load stealin the clucks from the trap by the door yeah
Tell em I got two for one on the blows U won't get knock at the door yeah
Then a young nigga start playing wit poles put me in a whole different mode
Hopped of tha porch letting it blow clapped a few niggas that shit start turning me cold
Aw man shit had got all bad
Niggas took zeke we was all sad got on they neck like a dog tag
Wasn't no work was robbing niggas in tha drought cant let these bitches stress a nigga out
I ain't no goofy doin it for tha clout stuck in the trenches tryna pill a scalp whoa
I used to be in the 100s wit Tankhead on Vernon rip Dre that's my bro
I used to be on 10-4 in tha condos wit Ed way before it was called risky road
Im on a whole different road always on go I can't stop to my feet in tha door
No I don't break I don't bend I don't mf fold don't hang wit no Niggas that told yeah
Difference between me and all of u rappers I'm gangsta I stick to the code
Most of these niggas ain't solid fuck nigga be hoes that's why they be sellin they soul yeah
Lil bro just told me that I'm getting old I told him I got a old soul
Gotta have heart as a man cuz the streets a get cold can't complain this the life that a choose
Aw man shit a get all bad
Niggas took snoop we was all sad we at they head like a ball cap
Wasn't no work we was kickin doors in tha drought cant let these bitches stress a nigga out
I ain't no goofy doin it for tha clout stuck in the trenches tryna pill a scalp aye
Shit a get all bad shit shit a get all bad aye yeah
Shit a get all bad shit a get all bad aye yeah
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Writer(s): Deshaun Carpenter
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