Bad Guy ft. Anthymonthetrack & Tha General Lyrics

You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say that's the bad guy

I ain't even know him yet, they upset I'm stable

I used to think I was immortal, I was sorta right

If we go to war tonight, it costs a little mortal life

What a reason you're inside, send a goon to boom you soon as you're in sight

You lit across the room like a water pipe

I can run and hide, but I choose to fight

My enemies can't hit the lost and found when they lose they life

Your inner voice don't always tell you do what's right

When your life flash before your eyes, I hope you lose your sight

Bad guys, mad wives, haters give me bad vibes

Loud pack, mad vibes, when you put that outfit on, your swag die

Haven't been ashamed since my dad died

Stack mine, get another dollar, can't get back time

I grew up in the hood where it was hazardous

Ever since a nigga made it out, my haters mad as shit

Stack your chips, nigga, grab a grip

Get a bag to flip, blast a clip to rip your face off like a sprazzle drip

You want a seat to eat? Then help set the table

Still independent, but I'm at the label

For every Jesus, it's a Judas act, can't enable

I ain't even on yet, they upset I'm stable

You want a seat to eat? Then help set the table

Still independent, but I'm at the label

For every Jesus, it's a Judas act, can't enable

I ain't even on yet, they upset I'm stable

Raising my own ticket, I'm raising Ramon with it

Minus the toothpick, truth shit, I really deuce this

COVID flu sick, ride the boat, save your crew shit

Make the news clip, then I breeze in a new whip

Try to stop my dream, that's your wake forever

Different teams, but we both get seen at the stable center

Lakers and Clippers, money makers and strippers

Think it's bad, major threat, if it ain't correct

You been around my essence, that's a large favor

What's minimum wage? Hard labor to a star player

Far greater, bar slayer to you par players

I put a hole in one, some beat his father later

Business is business, I can't harbor favors

Even harsher layers to contemplators, concentrators

I keep delivering head boppers, this another ringer

But y'all little stinkers still pointing y'all fucking fingers

You want a seat to eat? Then help set the table

Still independent, but I'm at the label

For every Jesus, it's a Judas act, can't enable

I ain't even on yet, they upset I'm stable

You want a seat to eat? Then help set the table

Still independent, but I'm at the label

For every Jesus, it's a Judas act, can't enable

I ain't even on yet, they upset I'm stable

I'm the opposite of nice on the mic, well in life

Catch me on a good day, 50-50 like rolling dice

Think I'm lying? Go ask my wife, she'll tell you I'm that tripe

See I'm trying to get right, the devil be hard to fight

When I think and I left him, he's standing right on my right

Now I'm holding a damn knife, I'm cold as the damn ice

I'm so in the damn fights, that I'm hitting my damn thighs

I'm a fucking bad guy, you can see it on my damn eyes

Don't fuck with them clean guys, they stuck in them pastimes

If I see him, it's mash time, I'm squeezing his flatline

Keep reaching your back line, you like you needing a back rub

Heavy bleeding on back streets, thought you really a black blood

You smoking on backwood, if you thinking I'm not shook

That's a real bad dude, stay scheming and plot close

Rather be like Al Pacino, cause y'all need me

Never see me again, I'm gone, it's too easy

You want a seat to eat? Then help set the table

Still independent, but I'm at the label

For every Jesus, it's a Judas act, can't enable

I ain't even on yet, they upset I'm stable

You want a seat to eat? Then help set the table

Still independent, but I'm at the label

For every Jesus, it's a Judas act, can't enable

I ain't even on yet, they upset I'm stable

I ain't even on yet