SHY FX, Kojey Radical, Ghetts - Bad After We lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[SHY FX, Kojey Radical, Ghetts - Bad After We lyrics]
Yeah one two, one two, one two
(Come on, come on, come on)
(Come on, like this way)
(Come on, come on, come on)
Came from the mud and the trenches
Runnin' and hoppin' the fences
Packing the pen like a weapon
Fresh out the pen like a sentence
Hush all the noise and the tensions
Glad that I got your attention
Cut out the brother you're friends with
They only come holler for guest lists
Please see the exit (Bye)
I done lost too many brothers this year
To worry about new invitations
Still think about you like Neo
How'd I get stuck in the matrix?
Countin' the one and the zeros
Sorry but this ain't the movies
You do not end up the hero
Your face do not make the papers
Maybe a couple a shirts
Flowers on top of your hearse
Questioning, what was it worth?
Hop in the van and we skrrt
Hope police get to you first, yeah
We do not need to converse, yeah
Save the forgiveness for church
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Nah, can't lay a hand on none of my G's
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Them man not gang, no, not on my team
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Nah, can't lay a hand on none of my G's
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Them man not gang, no, not on my team
Came from the bottom of the swamp (Bouh kai)
Never forgotten where I'm from (Bouh kai)
Robbin' what I want
Am I wrong? Am I wrong? Am I wrong?
Malcolm X by any means
You coulda found me dead by 23
You hear the sound of skengs
You better leave where you gone? Where you
Gone? Where you gone? Woo ha
D-D-D, shooter brrr, Luger
Head tumor 45 sittin' in the waist
Man'll send a missile in the place (Boom)
Lick him in his face (Bah)
I got off for killin' with the bass
(Kill him with the bass
Kill him with the bass)
Fell that in your chest, Timberland
Still caps in your 'ead, diss the man
Real family and friends on Instagram
And it began
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Nah, can't lay a hand on none of my G's
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Them man not gang, no, not on my team
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Nah, can't lay a hand on none of my G's
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Them man not gang, no, not on my team
(Come on, come on, come on)
(Come on, like this way)
(Come on, come on, come on)
Came from the mud and the trenches
Runnin' and hoppin' the fences
Packing the pen like a weapon
Fresh out the pen like a sentence
Hush all the noise and the tensions
Glad that I got your attention
Cut out the brother you're friends with
They only come holler for guest lists
Please see the exit (Bye)
I done lost too many brothers this year
To worry about new invitations
Still think about you like Neo
How'd I get stuck in the matrix?
Countin' the one and the zeros
Sorry but this ain't the movies
You do not end up the hero
Your face do not make the papers
Maybe a couple a shirts
Flowers on top of your hearse
Questioning, what was it worth?
Hop in the van and we skrrt
Hope police get to you first, yeah
We do not need to converse, yeah
Save the forgiveness for church
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Nah, can't lay a hand on none of my G's
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Them man not gang, no, not on my team
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Nah, can't lay a hand on none of my G's
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Them man not gang, no, not on my team
Came from the bottom of the swamp (Bouh kai)
Never forgotten where I'm from (Bouh kai)
Robbin' what I want
Am I wrong? Am I wrong? Am I wrong?
Malcolm X by any means
You coulda found me dead by 23
You hear the sound of skengs
You better leave where you gone? Where you
Gone? Where you gone? Woo ha
D-D-D, shooter brrr, Luger
Head tumor 45 sittin' in the waist
Man'll send a missile in the place (Boom)
Lick him in his face (Bah)
I got off for killin' with the bass
(Kill him with the bass
Kill him with the bass)
Fell that in your chest, Timberland
Still caps in your 'ead, diss the man
Real family and friends on Instagram
And it began
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Nah, can't lay a hand on none of my G's
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Them man not gang, no, not on my team
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Nah, can't lay a hand on none of my G's
Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
Them man not gang, no, not on my team