Bad Vibes, Pt. 2 Lyrics

What did you learn?

What did you earn?

I kept the fire

But I didn't burn

I Guard all my feelings

They wasn't concerned

Remember them calls

That You Didn't return

I was just lying

I wasn't at work

I do it for you

What is it worth

I catch a body

I put you in hearse

Fighting for you

Got hole in shirt

I'm really not sorry

For a thing that I said

Go make me a trap

Then I crawl in your bed

Got to get focus

It's Back to the bread

That girl named briana

Is stuck in my head

Moving so fast

I'm over the edge

Momma is crying

The baby not fed

My nigga just died

Jump over this ledge

Your Daddy locked up

He dealing with fed

know he a snitch

But he didn't care

You love him so much

But shit isn't fair

This is a poem

That come from the ghetto

I Been through a lot

But it made me a man

So much money

It fall out my hand

Don't wake me up

I'll dream till the end

Even if I gotta snatch

A Benz

It's murder

I kill you with excellence

Guess it's really

Bad vibes

Not losing my pride

Hop in my ride

Even when I chase these dime

I don't know why

You on my mind

Won't let them take my life

So be aware

walk with a nine

B.A.D

V.I.B.E

Guess that's how it supposed to be

Percocet's, ecstasy

I Cannot let you next to me

She came thru and fucked the team

You would of gave her everything

Maybe it will work this time

Freedom is this the best of mind

You told me

You don't wanna die

But lonely is the way I vibe

Yea I'm up too

Wanna Know how

Cause I been locked

In for damn while

Overcame my thoughts

As a lost child

But I know it's hard

To let go

She don't want to fuck you

no-more

I grew up kicking

Back doors

But I Still ride thru

With 44

I'm On dat syrup

I lean slow

Your actions

Who endorsing this?

You beat the case

So glorious

Went through it all

Broke many laws

So many times

That I had to fall

I scored Lil nigga

I still made the shot

Fresh out of jail

Went straight to the block

Caught up again

Because you sold them rock

You robbed that nigga

But he was a cop

Kick in a door

let's count up this Guap

I gotta watch

Scheme and they plot

Pick up the pieces

How can I not

Momma I love you

I know it's a lot

Death to my enemies

Hope that they rot

Stand for myself

Stand for the block

PushThru Everything

Shoot at the opps

Yea

Maxx