Badly Lyrics

She ain't famous but her ass is

She try to tell me she don't practice

But I busted quick as fuck

Don't care how long it lasted

I'm in and I'm out, what you about?

Chill with the tactics

Nah I don't do this shit for clout

Fuck social media, nah I don't post no status

You really got caught up in your ways, that's tragic

They haven't heard from me in years, no this is Patrick

They ask me how I do it, I say exactly

Revolutionize the game like I am Magic

I beat up on the beat like I am Bobby Lashley

I been through too much, so go shake that taffy

I'm feeling more than good, I'm acting badly

I'm acting badly

I'm feeling more than good, I'm acting badly

I'm acting badly

I'm feeling more than good

Couple racks in my pocket when I see the plug

Remember the days when I'd trip over dubs

Remember the nights when I ran from the feds

Remember professors who told me I'd flunk

But I made it out

I won't make amends, I'ma make amounts

You wouldn't tell me that you loved me then

But I know if you'd see me, you'd try to say it now

I got nothing for it

She laugh like she ain't ever hit a blunt before

We all got problems, what you running for?

Are you running from it, or are you running forward?

I'm outta there, I'm gone

I never belonged

I don't hear a sound

I knew this all along

Look me in my eyes and tell me different

Call me crazy just because I have a vision

People hated me before they ever listened

So don't mind me if I'm being dismissive

Nobody even really knows what happened

Take a look at everything that I have crafted

Every single second concentrated into passion

Feeling more than good, but I'm acting badly

I'm acting badly

I'm feeling more than good, I'm acting badly

I'm acting badly

I'm feeling more than good

Blunt Stockton, hall of fame dimer

Blunt de la Rocha, hall of fame rhymer

Blunt Mescudi, hall of fame climber

Blunt Bonacci, hall of fame shiner

They don't even know what the fuck that means

Used to roll up the blunts in the back seat

Reminiscing, I'm moving at half speed

But you motherfuckers cannot catch me

Almost feels like I just saw you last week

No, not too far, maybe a tad deep

Hussle Westbrook I'm stuffing the stat sheet

It's been a minute since I was an athlete

Slow motion memories

Blow smoke for my enemies

Turn my soul into melodies

The reaper and me had some great conversation

We went our separate ways then

Supreme, the ephemeral wayman

I reside on Planet Nine

I took the leap, I landed fine

Step into my manic mind

I learned that heaven is within us

Autotune the voices in my head

They're tryna to poison us with lead

Fuck up our choices, wind up dead

We can't avoid what is ahead

Just trying to get there so I can be happy

But I'm feeling more than good

I'm acting badly

I'm acting badly

I'm feeling more than good, I'm acting badly

I'm acting badly

I'm feeling more than good

I'm acting badly

I'm feeling more than good, I'm acting badly

I'm acting badly

I'm feeling more than good