Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BadGuyGoodGuy, artist - Thelonious MartinDate of issue: 01.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BadGuyGoodGuy |
| Bad Health bro |
| This that shit my nigga |
| Tangled in this Hell hole, prolly slept with the dope packs |
| Nomads roaming, tasting the cognac |
| Jakes they all adore you, so you might as well just off yourself |
| Awful health, Newports got me coughing up yellow shit |
| Pockets getting thinner, thoughts getting more devilish |
| Derelict, living a low life degenerate |
| Man’s shot, mom’s fucked up, bitches is sucking dick |
| Fucks a rap check, so I’m still right here on this fucking strip |
| Do a show for four thousand people then go and sell a zip |
| Go on tour then post in front the store like I ain’t got a cent |
| Dropping packs in the hood like the UPS nigga |
| When I fuck these next plates up I’ma have to get the next nigga |
| Or wait until the, said that niggas got a show (chill nigga) |
| And they gon' toss a lil' dough so now I’m back up on the road |
| But it still ain’t shit cause my moms who got the house |
| So the of these thoughts is threw the 5 for the ounce |
| Yo yo |
| You know the block is hot son, you need to chill out |
| You got a future ahead of you |
| I know you sick of the fiends fiending to get ahead to you |
| And risking your life |
| Mr. You-Know-Where-To-Find-Me-For-The-7-For-The-90, I |
| Know your circumstances coming up was fucked up |
| But your only 21 and you ain’t diss anyone, deadass |
| Your past is what makes your present special |
| Fuck a rap cheque? |
| that cheque paid for the pack for the session |
| Listen lil homie, I know I’m only 27 |
| But I kept my head down like God in Heaven and I got my blessings |
| A lot of my niggas doing bids tryna live like this |
| Beating off while we really in bitches ribs |
| No A-1 sauce on my filet mignon |
| Could make 40 off a brick, I did that in 2 shows |
| Yo |
| 'til Kendrick tossed me hundred |
| Now I don’t fuck with making five, don’t agree with any guys |
| Hear what you saying but you really gotta feel me my nigga |
| Cause just the other day they tried to kill Trizzy my nigga |
| But they hit 'em in the leg, I was working in the basement |
| Then the news hit my phone, I’m thinking 'bout retaliation |
| Grab a big sized .40 or adjust it for the Uzi |
| Then cut the scene on them niggas, hit the block and make a movie |
| I pull up like I’m working on my bicepts |
| And break a pound in my man’s crib inside the projects |
| Take a piss in the stairs like I ain’t just leave the brib |
| I remember it was nights and my stomach touched my ribs |
| Record fucked up, lips black, was smoking all these roaches |
| tatted on my face, since the jump this shit was hopeless |
| On my birthday, no party, no cake or nothing |
| We was broke, what you think I sold dick for nothing (sorry) |
| Man’s passed when I was 15 on the day that I was born |
| By some nigga from the hood that might have made a couple songs |
| Hey hey, hang on |
| What kind of attitude is that? |
| Surely not the one to reach the altitude I’m at |
| I ain’t saying put in an application or nothing crazy |
| Ain’t no fear in your heart? |
| No need to be afraid of a little patience |
| Like the pediatrics |
| They say sometime the rap game remind them of the crack game |
| Find a balance |
| Cause what they did with 16 zips, I did with 16 Raws in 2010 |
| I know the pen ain’t right, that’s why I ain’t use it to write |
| You don’t even got an I.D., what laws are you abiding? |
| (man) |
| Retch I ain’t tryna change you, just give you some game |
| To make the transition, from the streets to the fame |
| Yo, that shit corny, word is Bond, Soulo listen |
| Shoulda copped a fucking brick when you dropped Control System |
| We coulda took it to the hood and bagged it 'til our hands callus |
| Ha, remember all that shit that you was talking about the balance? |
| Lil scale, lil sale, prolly do a show at Yale |
| Get back and the |
| Get Mac to pay the bails |
| Well, you do have a point there |
| It ain’t like I ain’t tryna ball like I play point here |
| But what if they point fingers? |
| nigga, I’m a public figure already |
| Everybody seen my picture already |
| If you play behind the workers like you play behind the shades |
| Do your thing up on the stage and slip out every couple days |
| We could chef up all the yola, put some bitches on the blade |
| Had the junkies sharing needles, prolly give each other aids |
| (Damn, guess we can get in all ways) |
| Fuck it, they give each other aids (Niggas is grown these days) |
| Yeah now you get it, catching on to it (Mhm, okay) |
| Had these niggas on, wet up that raw fluid |
| (But if I heard her speak) Nah, we got niggas in the streets |
| And they don’t eat nothing but bars |
| You come through and they’ll shoot from the car |
| And zoom choppers same size as guitars |
| And let 'em know that this trip here is ours |
| (I mean you ready for War) Hell yeah I’m ready for War |
| (Yo, fuck all this HiiiPower talk, how much that whole thing cost?) |