Feel Bad

Original

We'll be right back

Yeah, the streets, we pad that little nigga

Every glow, yeah, we had that little nigga

Bro, just keep on down, though they goin' to jail

This shit gettin' bad for a nigga

I'm tryin' not to spat

Tryna slow down on all them purgues, but they on my hat

Drivin' geese since I was young, I had to learn when I almost cried

Can't little catch me without that flame, they might just do me back

Couple of niggas wanna shoot me back

All's my shit shots in they song

But they ain't tryna ever shoot me back

Nigga, this bitch shit here forever

Know we won't let it or we won't let

Make the graveyard, you they shove a hundred better, we in that splat

And they splat

Court, they just another payment to the government

You know they tax

A lot of niggas be saying they looking for me

I don't know where they at

Bro, on PC, something I don't see telling me you blowing

Like, where they at?

Also keep telling me they got points on the board

Like, where they at?

None of these niggas tough

Another play with my boy

You're going to get smacked

Got a sister around

If you want to play, I ain't feeling bad for a nigga

Calling by the feature

I ain't picking up

You ain't got the cash for a nigga

First deal signed for Money didn even last for a nigga Kept on working

Hard A nigga getting smarter Now they got it bad for a nigga Neither

One wanna eat on my plate can he take out the trap for a nigga Let

Off a whole hundred for my mama Before

I ever think to black for a nigga

Yeah, the streets, she be paddling, nigga

Every glow, yeah, we had that little nigga

Bro, just keep on down, or they goin' to jail

This shit ain't bad for a nigga

Missin' my little brother, when I get sad

I just start cryin' on this picture

Baby mama mad, love my mad girl

I told your ass I'ma kill her

And me only three caught me on FaceTime

Start to ask for a syllabus

Love your ass to death, if you try to leave

It might get bad for a nigga

I'm a real gangsta, I ain't tender

I just left my heart in the winter

Really was trapping in the trenches

Riding around drugs in the fender

I just spent two meals, spent three meals

Spent four independent

Blew it all, went broke, go again

I ain't going broke in a minute

I ain't lost hope cause I'm winning

Yeah, yeah

I been around the clock, working ten or two

Catch a double murder, hop right in the booth

Two o'clock, twenty-three, they identical

Y'all sits around if you wanna play

I ain't feeling bad for a nigga

Calling about a feature, I ain't picking up

Ain't got the cash for a nigga

First deal signed for a hundred

Money didn't even last for a nigga

Kept on working hard

And it gets smarter

Now they got it bad for a nigga

Nigga wanna eat on my plate

Can't even take out the trap for a nigga

Let off a whole hundred for my mama

Before I ever think of black for a nigga

Yeah, the streets should be paddling nigga

Every glow, yeah, we had that little nigga

Bro, just keep on down

Now they going to jail

This shit ain't bad for a nigga

Let's go