The Bad Guy

You kno it dark and hell is hot
Alot of people been talking down on the wave
Like they dont know whats going on but we here
You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers
And say thats the bad guy
It's winter time in my city I'm in a Moncler
Designer pain, you can feel it through these denim tears
But I'm still Gucci, dawg
Had to turn my pain to art
I swear the way these niggas' cross me made me Chrome Heart
And that's a Fendi, dawg
Tell me why they're all jealous
Is it these Prada's that I'm steppin' or these Margiela's
I'm a saint I kept it solid, true to my religion
I see murder, no limits, my Loboutin's Christian

I ran it up and now I'm back up inside, yeah
Now I'm put up, for all the times they told me that I wasn't good enough
I'm turnin' up
Catch me if you can when I'm Bippin' in that truck
Back up inside, yeah
And now I'm back, they tried to count me out
But now the city on my back
And that's a fact for you niggas' stealing flows
Best believe you gettin' taxed
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why
You don't have the guts to be what you wanna' be

I ran it up for them sleepless nights, I was dead broke
Tossing and turning, stomach touching, wishing I was on
I ain't had nothin' but my dick and a pair of drawers
Still was fucking baddies on the mattress on the floor
Money don't make me, I make money and it work for me
I told my manager at work one day he'd work for me
I told that nigga in five years just go and search for me
Now my billboards on Times Square I guess it worked for me

I put the work in now I'm back up inside, yeah
Now I'm put up, For all the times they told me that I wasn't good enough
I'm turnin' up
Catch me if you can when I'm Bippin' in that truck
Back up inside, yeah And now I'm back
They tried to count me out but now the city on my back
And that's a fact For you niggas' stealing flows
Best believe you gettin' taxed
So say goodnight to the bad guy
Because this is the last time you're gonna see a bad guy like this again