Bad Guy Lyrics
It hasn’t been the same since he left
My age mates are in prison or dead
“Don’t end up like your friends”
That what my mumsie said
Platinum plaques are under my bed
Don’t hang them up ’cause I ain’t done yet
Only 18, you should show some respect
If you disrespect, put money on your head
Check my streams
Look right and left, got PTSD
They try rob me
Is it my fault that I want me a glee?
Ah ah
Last year I was more than low
I ain’t talkin’ notes, I was far from broke
I just done a show, I’m far from home, na na na na
I walk through the endz and that’s how I get by
To the same block where my friend died
I’m still feeling low ’cause I lost my bro
And they didn’t see his good side
You ain’t seen the whole hood cry
You don’t even know what it feels like
You don’t understand, we’re misunderstood
Don’t make me the bad guy
YP got bagged, T got nicked
I’m making a tape while they’re taping the strip
I ain’t chasing a hoe, I ain’t chasing a bitch
Life’s different now since I made me a hit
He was field tryna make it out
My bro could have made it pro
He’s out on a glide, I pray he don’t die
I pray that he makes it home
I ain’t losing faith, I ain’t losing hope
Stack, repeat, make this dough
I used to be broke, now I make notes
Now Jess and Steph tryna call my phone
The young boys tryna make headline on the news
While I’m tryna do this headline show
Need a brown skin like Renée
Tell shawty let’s go
I walk through the endz and that’s how I get by
To the same block where my friend died
I’m still feeling low ’cause I lost my bro
And they didn’t see his good side
You ain’t seen the whole hood cry
You don’t even know what it feels like
You don’t understand, we’re misunderstood
Don’t make me the bad guy
You weren’t there when I was down and low
I was going through Section 32
Mum nearly got kicked out of the crib
Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t write these tunes
Nah, if I didn’t write these bars (No way)
Wouldn’t know what I do
Would have been like (Shhh) in a stolen car
It’s time that I cop me a yard
He was crook tryna take your Rolex
Now he’s pissed cah he’s serving time
Tell the young Gs that smoking kills, but they already lost their minds
They’re doing up county lines
I’m in the booth tryna write these lines
My man got bagged for the dark
And now he’s tryna find the light
I walk through the endz and that’s how I get by
To the same block where my friend died
I’m still feeling low ’cause I lost my bro
And they didn’t see his good side
You ain’t seen the whole hood cry
You don’t even know what it feels like
You don’t understand, we’re misunderstood
Don’t make me the bad guy
I walk through the endz and that’s how I get by
To the same block where my friend died
I’m still feeling low ’cause I lost my bro
And they didn’t see his good side
You ain’t seen the whole hood cry
You don’t even know what it feels like
You don’t understand, we’re misunderstood
Don’t make me the bad guy