Ab-Soul, Thelonious Martin, RetcH - BadGuyGoodGuy lyrics
[Ab-Soul, Thelonious Martin, RetcH - BadGuyGoodGuy lyrics]
Bad Health bro this that shit my nigga
Tangled in this Hell hole
Prolly slept with the dope packs
Nomads roaming, tasting the cognac
Jakes they all adore you
So you might as well just off yourself
Awful health
Newports got me coughing up yellow shit
Pockets getting thinner
Thoughts getting more devilish
Derelict, living a low life degenerate
Man's shot, mom's fucked up
Bitches is sucking dick fucks a rap check
So I'm still right here
On this fucking strip
Do a show for four thousand people
Then go and sell a zip
Go on tour then post in front the
Store like I ain't got a cent
Dropping packs in the hood like the UPS nigga
When I fuck these next plates up I'ma
Have to get the next nigga
Or wait until the
Said that niggas got a show (chill nigga)
And they gon' toss a lil' dough so
Now I'm back up on the road
But it still ain't shit cause my
Moms who got the house
So the of these thoughts is threw
The 5 for the ounce
Yo yo you know the block is hot son
You need to chill out
You got a future ahead of you
I know you sick of the fiends
Fiending to get ahead to you
And risking your life
Mr you-Know Where To-Find-Me-For
The-7-For The-90, i
Know your circumstances coming up
Was fucked up
But your only 21 and you ain't diss anyone
Deadass
Your past is what makes your present special
Fuck a rap cheque? that cheque paid
For the pack for the session
Listen lil homie, I know I'm only 27
But I kept my head down like God
In Heaven and I got my blessings
A lot of my niggas doing
Bids tryna live like this
Beating off while we really in bitches ribs
No A-1 sauce on my filet mignon
Could make 40 off a brick
I did that in 2 shows
Yo 'til Kendrick tossed me hundred
Now I don't fuck with making five
Don't agree with any guys
Hear what you saying but you really
Gotta feel me my nigga
Cause just the other day they tried
To kill Trizzy my nigga
But they hit 'em in the leg
I was working in the basement
Then the news hit my phone
I'm thinking 'bout retaliation
Grab a big sized 40 or adjust it for the Uzi
Then cut the scene on them niggas
Hit the block and make a movie
I pull up like I'm working on my biceps
And break a pound in my
Man's crib inside the projects
Take a piss in the stairs like
I ain't just leave the brib
I remember it was nights and
My stomach touched my ribs
Record fucked up, lips black
Was smoking all these roaches
Tatted on my face
Since the jump this shit was hopeless
On my birthday, no party, no cake or nothing
We was broke
What you think I sold dick for nothing
(sorry) man's passed when I was 15 on
The day that I was born
By some nigga from the hood that
Might have made a couple songs
Hey hey hang on
What kind of attitude is that?
Surely not the one to reach
The altitude I'm at
I ain't saying put in an
Application or nothing crazy
Ain't no fear in your heart?
No need to be afraid of a little patience
Like the pediatrics
They say sometime the rap game remind
Them of the crack game find a balance
Cause what they did with 16 zips
I did with 16 Raws in 2010
I know the pen ain't right
That's why I don't use it to write
You don't even got an ID
What laws are you abiding? (man)
Retch I ain't tryna change you
Just give you some game
To make the transition
From the streets to the fame
Yo, that shit corny, word is Bond
Soulo listen
Shoulda copped a fucking brick when
You dropped Control System
We coulda took it to the hood and
Bagged it 'til our hands callus
Ha, remember all that shit that you
Was talking about the balance?
Lil scale, lil sale, prolly do a show at Yale
Get back and the get Mac to pay the bails
Well, you do have a point there
It ain't like I ain't tryna ball
Like I play point here
But what if they point fingers? nigga
I'm a public figure already
Everybody seen my picture already
If you play behind the workers like
You play behind the shades
Do your thing up on the stage
And slip out every couple days
We could chef up all the yola
Put some bitches on the blade
Had the junkies sharing needles
Prolly give each other aids
(Damn, guess we can get it in all ways)
Fuck it, they give each other aids
(Niggas is grown these days)
Yeah now you get it, catching on to it
(Mhm, okay)
Had these niggas on, wet up that raw fluid
(But if I heard her speak) Nah
We got niggas in the streets
And they don't eat nothing but bars
You come through and they'll
Shoot from the car
And zoom choppers same size as guitars
And let 'em know that this
Strip here is ours
(I mean you ready for War) Hell
Yeah I'm ready for War
(Yo, fuck all this HiiiPower talk
How much that whole thing cost?)
Tangled in this Hell hole
Prolly slept with the dope packs
Nomads roaming, tasting the cognac
Jakes they all adore you
So you might as well just off yourself
Awful health
Newports got me coughing up yellow shit
Pockets getting thinner
Thoughts getting more devilish
Derelict, living a low life degenerate
Man's shot, mom's fucked up
Bitches is sucking dick fucks a rap check
So I'm still right here
On this fucking strip
Do a show for four thousand people
Then go and sell a zip
Go on tour then post in front the
Store like I ain't got a cent
Dropping packs in the hood like the UPS nigga
When I fuck these next plates up I'ma
Have to get the next nigga
Or wait until the
Said that niggas got a show (chill nigga)
And they gon' toss a lil' dough so
Now I'm back up on the road
But it still ain't shit cause my
Moms who got the house
So the of these thoughts is threw
The 5 for the ounce
Yo yo you know the block is hot son
You need to chill out
You got a future ahead of you
I know you sick of the fiends
Fiending to get ahead to you
And risking your life
Mr you-Know Where To-Find-Me-For
The-7-For The-90, i
Know your circumstances coming up
Was fucked up
But your only 21 and you ain't diss anyone
Deadass
Your past is what makes your present special
Fuck a rap cheque? that cheque paid
For the pack for the session
Listen lil homie, I know I'm only 27
But I kept my head down like God
In Heaven and I got my blessings
A lot of my niggas doing
Bids tryna live like this
Beating off while we really in bitches ribs
No A-1 sauce on my filet mignon
Could make 40 off a brick
I did that in 2 shows
Yo 'til Kendrick tossed me hundred
Now I don't fuck with making five
Don't agree with any guys
Hear what you saying but you really
Gotta feel me my nigga
Cause just the other day they tried
To kill Trizzy my nigga
But they hit 'em in the leg
I was working in the basement
Then the news hit my phone
I'm thinking 'bout retaliation
Grab a big sized 40 or adjust it for the Uzi
Then cut the scene on them niggas
Hit the block and make a movie
I pull up like I'm working on my biceps
And break a pound in my
Man's crib inside the projects
Take a piss in the stairs like
I ain't just leave the brib
I remember it was nights and
My stomach touched my ribs
Record fucked up, lips black
Was smoking all these roaches
Tatted on my face
Since the jump this shit was hopeless
On my birthday, no party, no cake or nothing
We was broke
What you think I sold dick for nothing
(sorry) man's passed when I was 15 on
The day that I was born
By some nigga from the hood that
Might have made a couple songs
Hey hey hang on
What kind of attitude is that?
Surely not the one to reach
The altitude I'm at
I ain't saying put in an
Application or nothing crazy
Ain't no fear in your heart?
No need to be afraid of a little patience
Like the pediatrics
They say sometime the rap game remind
Them of the crack game find a balance
Cause what they did with 16 zips
I did with 16 Raws in 2010
I know the pen ain't right
That's why I don't use it to write
You don't even got an ID
What laws are you abiding? (man)
Retch I ain't tryna change you
Just give you some game
To make the transition
From the streets to the fame
Yo, that shit corny, word is Bond
Soulo listen
Shoulda copped a fucking brick when
You dropped Control System
We coulda took it to the hood and
Bagged it 'til our hands callus
Ha, remember all that shit that you
Was talking about the balance?
Lil scale, lil sale, prolly do a show at Yale
Get back and the get Mac to pay the bails
Well, you do have a point there
It ain't like I ain't tryna ball
Like I play point here
But what if they point fingers? nigga
I'm a public figure already
Everybody seen my picture already
If you play behind the workers like
You play behind the shades
Do your thing up on the stage
And slip out every couple days
We could chef up all the yola
Put some bitches on the blade
Had the junkies sharing needles
Prolly give each other aids
(Damn, guess we can get it in all ways)
Fuck it, they give each other aids
(Niggas is grown these days)
Yeah now you get it, catching on to it
(Mhm, okay)
Had these niggas on, wet up that raw fluid
(But if I heard her speak) Nah
We got niggas in the streets
And they don't eat nothing but bars
You come through and they'll
Shoot from the car
And zoom choppers same size as guitars
And let 'em know that this
Strip here is ours
(I mean you ready for War) Hell
Yeah I'm ready for War
(Yo, fuck all this HiiiPower talk
How much that whole thing cost?)