Badness

[Verse 1: Abra Cadabra] Sho Badman from the farm made they must know Stepped in and my fragrance was gun smoke I don't pop molly, matic in it and I'll pop those Hit him with a corn that was made before Umbro Older than my uncle Scratch that Always get approached by the brownins with the fat backs I linked it by bro's outside with a backpack Gyaldem crazier than opps, it's a mad fact I show the haters where I'm staying on Snapchat The gyal dem love me by the streets love me more Why you think my niggas brought burners on tour Put my life on the line and I slid for the cause Flex my rassclart index and put him on pause (Boom) Thе trolls troll by the streets know for sure My whole block's lit and thе up block's poor (Gang) We come from selling bare smack down and raw Now my niggas getting plaques and awards [Verse 2: J Spades] Stay winning, lifting up trophies Man save the game man coming like goalies Streets know the team and my niggas that I roll with Every other month my niggas are buying rollies Man set goals while your niggas goal hanging Triple mp man had the whole roads banging Industry saying they don't want no road man in Cause if space come through, he's gonna bring the whole gang in I tried come through, I heard the door slamming Don't know about no Mobos, don't know about no Grammys Cali by the kilos, I'll show you what a gram is Half of the industry, boy they have some faggots Them boy they in the closet, coming like clothes hanging Kitties on the block, smoke till their jaw hanging Half of the rap game, happy man vanished Man's back now, it's back to regular programming No joke, when my young Gs draw for their ballies That mean they on smoke like Rastaman Chalice Some niggas love lean, some niggas love Cali But we say we the best like DJ Khaled (We have it, wagwarn) (Wagwarn), Wagwarn my G You know you mi G way before IG The way everybody watch mi haffi ask why pree? And it's still no love for a P-I-G Know everything we do, we do it B-I-G Everybody know we, we don't need ID (Bullet) For undercovers and the C.I.D's For the niggas that we lost, we say R.I.P Yo, Been shoulda already had a tune with Millionz Been shoulda already had a tune with Popcorn True we nuh beg friend or friends with favours Looking at them OG's like, how you make that gwarn No nigga harder than spades when I'm on top form This gang is on site, your head top gone Pull up in the coupe all white with the top gone No key, just one button that says stop, start Ghetto youte, running from the cop cars Always hustling and still mingle with the popstars Still the GOAT, No single on the pop charts Spades drop something, better force it on your platform