OT Deezy, Method Man - Down Bad lyrics

I remember being broke I had
My pockets stuck on empty
I had no food up on my plate
I was starving shit was deadly
I was Robbin for a dollar
Praying anyone would tempt me
Then I signed my first deal and
Started swerving in them Bently's
I was down bad, really fighting for my life
Mamma kicked me out the house
Daddy never got me right
I was sleeping in the whip
Steady gripping on the pipe
Hoping somebody come test me I really
Might just take they life

It's just Blaze and Deezy riding
Through the city ayе
100 shots lil nigga come and get me ayе
You ain't kill me lil nigga
I feel like 50 aye
I'm just chillin I'ma play her
Like I'm Diddy aye
I'ma fuck and give her back
Why you trippin aye
Oh you thought the Blade was lacking
I had the 50 aye these Gucci's ain't tied it
Got me trippin aye
Fuck it I been rollin quarters in a backwoods
Pour the lean in the sprite like a chemist
I'm smoking weed and poppin beans
I'm on a detox the dope went good so I
Had to make it re-rock
If he run up on this Bently get his top hot
Now it's time for me to switch
Up on these niggas aye
The Glock was hot cuz I done
Popped me bout two niggas aye
I was broke but now I'm
Counting double figures aye
The Glock was hot cuz I done
Popped me bout two niggas aye

I remember being broke I had
My pockets stuck on empty
I had no food up on my plate
I was starving shit was deadly
I was Robbin for a dollar
Praying anyone would tempt me
Then I signed my first deal and
Started swerving in them Bently's
I was down bad, really fighting for my life
Mamma kicked me out the house
Daddy never got me right
I was sleeping in the whip
Steady gripping on the pipe
Hoping somebody come test me I really
Might just take they life

It's Just me and Johnny Blaze
Up in the Bently
Swervin lane to lane pour that
Pint we gettin jiggy
50 re-rock drops up in the
Sock we getting busy
And you know if Johnny riding he
Keep 50 in that glizzy i got 2 phones
Ridin dirty in the whip the bitch a two tone
Ya bitch she naked in my phone
Like what's yo boo on
I might bend her over spend her like a coupon
Soon as we finish fuckin take her
Right back to the group home
Like what's yo dude on bitch im grimy savage
If you round me then don't move wrong
Give yo ass a tombstone
That's the mood I'm on
I feel like Tupac I might catch you on
The roof and get my juice on
Aye, if you move wrong
I feel like Tupac I might catch you on
The roof and get my juice on
Aye, if you move wrong
I feel like Tupac I might catch you on
The roof and get my juice on

I remember being broke I had
My pockets stuck on empty
I had no food up on my plate
I was starving shit was deadly
I was Robbin for a dollar
Praying anyone would tempt me
Then I signed my first deal and
Started swerving in them Bently's
I was down bad, really fighting for my life
Mamma kicked me out the house
Daddy never got me right
I was sleeping in the whip
Steady gripping on the pipe
Hoping somebody come test me I really
Might just take they life