Down Bad
(Look at me believing)
(Every season be weenie season)
(We getting even)
I see the family when I can and it be up when I do
No matter what they gon' love me and they accept what I do
I'm fucking up, they gon' check me, but that's what they 'posed to do
I ain't gon' let 'em regret me, I keep my head on screwed
I don't need reaction like Kobe, just need my lovers for life
Filet mignon touch the lobster, we was ovenin' rice
I thought for sure I was a monster, found the love of my life
Turned to balling now everything I done feeling right
Damn (damn)
Look at me believing
Down bad, nigga every season be weenie season
In the deep end, only answer be getting even
Lil' brudda', my sister, mother, need no more reasons
If I said I mean it, new messiah
I'm the reason my momma gon' forever retire
I struggle with sensitivity and can't fuck with liars
I'm confident in my talk and it's all in my attire
Never question my bruddas', they gon' spin like a tire
Shit be hunnid' deep, ready to let it sing like a choir
I kill all the speak when I'm around, these niggas be liars
Long days and late nights, no wonder niggas be tired
Damn (damn)
Bitch I be barely sleeping
Was down bad, nigga every season be weenie season
Found myself 'round clowns, niggas committed treason
All the ones hold me down, forever gon' be in cement
And now the 9 be good for racking up accolades
I moved away to a different state, I was sad to claim
Silver spoon-less, lil' moments I lack today
Couple of us passed away, mourned, cried, and cast away
Same time the lil' nigga barely had learned to masturbate
Joking 'bout surroundings, that hurting was getting laughed away
Feel like thats the tragic way, in the city, traffic stay
Ask around about me, I'm not the one for exaggerate
I'm the one they put they hope in, they was right to do it
Tatted on my right, for the ones alive I'ma write the music
Blessed beyond my flaws (woah), ten toes and all (woah)
It's protocol that when one go, then we all go
Damn (damn)
Look how a nigga preaching
Down bad, nigga every season be weenie season
In the deep end, only answer be getting even
Lil' brudda', my sister, mother, need no more reasons
Damn (damn)
I be really speaking
Down bad, nigga every season be weenie season
In the deep end, only answer be getting even
Lil' brudda', my sister, mother, need no more reasons
Let it ride
(Every season be weenie season)
(We getting even)
I see the family when I can and it be up when I do
No matter what they gon' love me and they accept what I do
I'm fucking up, they gon' check me, but that's what they 'posed to do
I ain't gon' let 'em regret me, I keep my head on screwed
I don't need reaction like Kobe, just need my lovers for life
Filet mignon touch the lobster, we was ovenin' rice
I thought for sure I was a monster, found the love of my life
Turned to balling now everything I done feeling right
Damn (damn)
Look at me believing
Down bad, nigga every season be weenie season
In the deep end, only answer be getting even
Lil' brudda', my sister, mother, need no more reasons
If I said I mean it, new messiah
I'm the reason my momma gon' forever retire
I struggle with sensitivity and can't fuck with liars
I'm confident in my talk and it's all in my attire
Never question my bruddas', they gon' spin like a tire
Shit be hunnid' deep, ready to let it sing like a choir
I kill all the speak when I'm around, these niggas be liars
Long days and late nights, no wonder niggas be tired
Damn (damn)
Bitch I be barely sleeping
Was down bad, nigga every season be weenie season
Found myself 'round clowns, niggas committed treason
All the ones hold me down, forever gon' be in cement
And now the 9 be good for racking up accolades
I moved away to a different state, I was sad to claim
Silver spoon-less, lil' moments I lack today
Couple of us passed away, mourned, cried, and cast away
Same time the lil' nigga barely had learned to masturbate
Joking 'bout surroundings, that hurting was getting laughed away
Feel like thats the tragic way, in the city, traffic stay
Ask around about me, I'm not the one for exaggerate
I'm the one they put they hope in, they was right to do it
Tatted on my right, for the ones alive I'ma write the music
Blessed beyond my flaws (woah), ten toes and all (woah)
It's protocol that when one go, then we all go
Damn (damn)
Look how a nigga preaching
Down bad, nigga every season be weenie season
In the deep end, only answer be getting even
Lil' brudda', my sister, mother, need no more reasons
Damn (damn)
I be really speaking
Down bad, nigga every season be weenie season
In the deep end, only answer be getting even
Lil' brudda', my sister, mother, need no more reasons
Let it ride
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Writer(s): Kolby Peel
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