Bad News Lyrics

I'm the one that told you cash rule, I Never forget when I heard the bad News, I call my

Mama she ask me how I knew, That Don't matter mama why I ain't hear From you, For real, Tell

Me what happened mama tell me the Truth, They shot him twice in the Face ain't no rules

They showed the shooter face twice On the news, They say bro buck they Say he made

Him shoot, My heart'll never beat the Same, I'll probably never be the same

I start back sipping cause I felt my Mama pain, The struggle made us Cohesive never go against the grain

When I lost you I swear I feel like I lost everything, I told my mama Things get better

But better never came, Shid court Dates in funeral feel like the same Thing, Shit, gotta

Play your cards, it's a dirty game, Shid gotta play your cards, gotta stay In your lane, for real

Jett probably still be on my right if I Would've never left, I call myself Walking light but

I was taking heavy steps, I used to Lock down every night in the cell by Myself, I thought

About you every night for like a Whole year, on the cheat code but I Ain't never broke the code

Here, I remember you at me for my Scrap I told you get your own pistol, I remember you told my

Keep it so real niggas can't do never Feeling, I remember it was time to Slide, I remember you handling your Business

How you serve a nigga without your Gun on you how you let a nigga get Up one on you, why you

Ain't give up that lil money you had On you, I hope you know how much That shit affect yanna

I talked to thug on face time, at your Funeral, looked him in his eyes, & Told him my heart cold

I hate to hear my mama cry, that shit Hurt my soul, Feel like my heart bout To stop beating

Feel like I'm dying, slow, code, Is There a heaven for the young and Thuggin, Is there a heaven for

The young and thuggin, Mm-hmm, My biggest fear is me dying with Nothing, You think them

Niggas with you ain't no question, Mm-hmm, I'm full of pain, that's why My cup muddy, He doing too

Much talking, They need to hush, Buddy, Bust down three crosses Cause they triple cross my brother

Ever since then, rib been buying Cutters, Mama still cry every time She hear your name

I was talking to BJ the other day, I Was thinking about Mack Mayne, for Real, when you get on the

E-way, you gotta do the whole thing, For real, nigga pull up a side you and Do it at close range