Bad Man

[Verse 1]

Uh, first off, fuck Trump

And second off, fuck cops

[?] block thought

I keep my head in the [?], wash my own back

My homie ran it with music, I own that

I got so much shit to write about

'Cause my life is one problem after another

Suicidal wife bitch fighting with me

'Cause she got problems with her mother

Yeah, they have self-esteem issues and she wants to be saved

But I can't be bothered

Bitches come and go, money comes and goes

Me and my bro got a common goal

Get money, keep money, be hungry, eat plenty

Bе thirsty, drink Kenny for your rotten soul

Nigga chugging murder gang, kiss shawty, murdеr things

That's corny, murder's lame

The mentality's fucked up but what can I say?

Dad prolly isn't home and mother's late

Even I'm twisting my mom's [?] at home

So now I have no compassion

If a man ever walk up to me wrong

I will never walk come past him, uh

[Chorus]

My daddy was a bad man living two lives like Batman

But he's a good dad, man

Oh, me? I'm a hood rat, man

He said, "Mijo, don't be a cholo, if you catch a case you're solo"

I couldn't stand being broke though

So I felt how I flow, yo, yo, ice like Froyo

My nose never touched his no-no

In fact, only sold it once or twice but [?] market real nice

Like Oxymoron's asking what's my price

Morally, I know this ain't the life

[Verse 2]

Uh, I'm for the revolution like a Bolshevik

Waking up, I hit the [?]

Hit the plug then I'm out the door

Shopping for veggies like a master store

Smoke then I'm off with a pound of toll

I'm always talking like my mouth is full

I want your bitches to multiply

Now that I'm fine I get the replies

But where was the love when I had none?

Always [?], wish I had [?]

Now I have both but still feel lost

These people got me going nuts

These bitches tryna make me bust

These busters tryna make me bust

Your bitches can suck a cock

Your buster can run a turn of dust

I'm out here 'til the turn of dust

Got bitches like I'm on porno bust

So what I need one for? I don't

You better run, bro, I don't

I've been smoking, drinking and fucking but it's no fun no more

Started [?] when I fucking, when I lost control

There's no mercy giving up or even trying to yell "Uncle"

It's my story but even I don't know how it will unfold, uh

[Chorus]

My daddy was a bad man living two lives like Batman

But he's a good dad, man

Oh, me? I'm a hood rat, man

He said, "Mijo, don't be a cholo, if you catch a case you're solo"

I couldn't stand being broke though

So I felt how I flow, yo, yo, ice like Froyo

My nose never touched his no-no

In fact, only sold it once or twice but [?] real nice

Like Oxymoron's asking what's my price

Morally, I know this ain't the life

[Verse 3]

Trees of glamour and dying rich from cuff linked to diamond wrist

No bucket list, fuck a dying wish

Spliffin' bitch when I'm driving with

Living fast, so don't talk to me

'Cause I only got time for family

Making money from the street or girl under the sheets

But none of it comforts me

[?] come for me

Even in my own fucking dreams

[?]

And if I can finally fall asleep

I wake 'cause I had jumped in the deep

Girls talk to me with sweat

Telling myself, "Fuck revenge

Don't be a baby, no one gives a fuck"

Guess no maybe's, I ain't giving up

But if I do then call my bluff

A bitch that called her up

Bitch, I'm tryna get my nut

All it took to getting dust

Then back to the block with ten toes to the street

White shoes on my feet

'Cause I'm a dope boy, went from dope boy to babyface

2D ass bitch, gave her cooties

I'm not rich, bitch, fuck a wishlist

I ain't buying you shit, you best [?]

That bitch, like what girlfriend

You didn't care when I was broke, smoking lettuce

I don't care about you and your depression, bitch