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