Buddy, BJ The Chicago Kid - Bad Attitude lyrics

Fuck you and your bad ass
Attitude, all your negativity
All that other shit
Keep that shit to your fuckin' self
In this house, we’re fuckin' positive yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, hey

Seven days out the week, still ain't sleep
Standing on the concrete, that’s on me
Word to my OG, he told me
Real niggas don't speak, they gon' see

Yeah, fuck everybody
Plenty things I'd rather be doin'
But here I am
Plenty things I'd rather be doin'
I just can't need to roll me up a
Lil’ somethin’ and just vent
Yeah, all around the city they
Listen to my shit, ayy
Jump into the crowd when
They started the moshpit, yo
Heard your lil' album, my
Nigga, that’s not it, bitch
I'm straight out of Compton, my
Nigga, look at me now, ayy
Feelin' like Lil Boosie and Webbie
Bitch, wipe me down, yeah
Made a couple million, now
I'm finna wild out, nigga

Seven days out the week, still ain’t sleep
Standing on the concrete, that's on me
Word to my OG, he told me
Real niggas don't speak, they gon' see

Yeah, plenty women I could be
Fuckin' but here I am
On the microphone with the flow
To make 'em say (yeah yeah)
7: 30, first class flight to Tokyo
The stewardess offered me a drink
You know I said (yeah yeah)
Touched down, hit the ground runnin'
I walked into the function, asked the homies
"Can we smoke in here?"
(Can we smoke in here?)
Let these motherfuckers know the
West Coast in here, yeah
Chucks, Dickies, and Locs, look at my posts
See I been C walkin' all across the globe
Not to boast i got a bag and bought
Some diamonds and gold, just for jokes
Throw the roach out the Ghost then
I'm ghost, never go broke, bitch

Seven days out the week, still ain't sleep
Standing on the concrete, that's on me
Word to my OG, he told me
Real niggas don't speak, they gon' see

Seven days out the week
Standing on the concrete word to my OG
Real niggas don't speak, they gon' see
Seven days out the week
Standing on the concrete word to my OG
Real niggas don't speak, they gon' see