Bad Day Worst Day

(Tre-Trend setter) To all the snitches, fuck you, nigga, hate you, nigga Hope when you go up state, they rape you, nigga Fuck the federal prosecutors that cape you niggas Fuck the legal system that degrade my nigga My black ass, keep it working class, my nigga Most these rappers laying on a rapid, nigga You know my black ass, the outcast, the foulcast Tear your soft dick 'til you get wipelash Got a special message for you industry ass Get all 50 dick, get a bounce of cash In my interviews, don't ask me about no man I'm a goddamn rapper, not a fucking fan I ride beast, motherfucker, I don't ride dick And fuck every rapper I don't share publishing with Now grab your credits, motherfucker, do a quick review If my name ain't in 'em, yeah, nigga, fuck you I can make your bad day your worst day And I can wet you up if you thirsty Stay trappin' on a Tuesday to Thursday You should've known not to try me in the first place I can make your bad day your worst day And I can wet you up if you thirsty Stay trappin' on a Tuesday to Thursday You should've known not to try me in the first place Aye, fuck the mixtape verses, they don't excite me I'm 6'3", three hundred strong, nigga, fight me Nigga, I'ma bring a gun if you try to knife me And if I can't beat you, I'ma slap your wifey Adidas ain't do me right, it's back to Nike Street rap keep my neck extra icy I don't give a fuck if politicians don't like me Tell Bill O'Reilly, fuck you, Wiley I ain't your other rappers with your ahhs and oohs I ain't got no endorsement, what I got to lose? I got no Pepsi ads, no ads by reaper I'm endorsed by niggas that selling that reefer I'm loved by the kids in they collage class And the nine-to-five niggas that be working they ass Ask the street sorta A, I'm about to pop The smartest and hardest rapper since the late 2Pac I can make your bad day your worst day And I can wet you up if you thirsty Stay trappin' on a Tuesday to Thursday You should've known not to try me in the first place I can make your bad day your worst day And I can wet you up if you thirsty Stay trappin' on a Tuesday to Thursday You should've known not to try me in the first place (here you go) Crip, true blue to it, blood, piru to it Gangsta music, is to drug abusin' Don't confuse it with C. Delores Tucker Fuck her, and Bill O'Reilly And Reverend what's-his-name, fuck his name Kobe, the best player ever, with no game Fell for the trick of that white bitch, so lame How lame? Lame as the new host of Soul Train Sheeit, lame as the old host of Soul Train I do gangsta music, fuck Soul Train All blacks got is BET Pardon me, that shit's owned by MTV Blacks ain't got shit, it's still 1-9-6-6 'Cause you can buy a car ain't shit Jordan can't buy a team, and that nigga got six rings Cot'picker, see what I mean? Q-Tip's singin', Dre 3000 actin' Goddamn, niggas too good, for this rappin' I'm just askin', what the fuck happened? I'm just askin', nigga, what the fuck happened? We went from too black to too skrong To Sisqo and the goddamn Thong Song We went from Farrakhan to Don Juan Don Juan keep it pimpin', man But I'm just sayin' Farrakhan got business, man Plus, he speak positive on that knowledge shit No matter how much my auntie holla I'd never give a dollar to the good doctor, Reverend Creflo Dollar Fuck that, befo' I do that I'd join Mason Betha's church and quit rap I'd hang out with Murder INC. and sing 50 Cent raps 50 Cent raps I'd rather let Eminem call me 50 niggas Than break bread with a rich nigga readin' scripture By the way, if you're Arian Nation Fuck Hitler, fuck Hitler! That's to let ya know I didn't forget ya Let me make ya bad day a worst day Me and Hitler got the same damn birthday That cracker dead, that's my goddamn birthday Go shorty, go shorty Fuck a protest, I got a Glock 40 Unlike these bougie niggas, I ain't braggin' Fuck killin' blacks, I'm down for toe taggin' Grand Dragon Grand Dragon