Down Bad

Plenty cold nights I was sleeping in the whip

Looking like I had motion from the outside looking in

I was told to never let 'em see you sweat

No matter how hard it get, live with no regrets

I was down bad on my ass

Many good nights we had to make 'em last (last)

Too many good fights can't remember the last (last)

Humble beginnings but never looking like my past (past)

Work for a living but never had enough of cash

Momma raised me to be strong tho

Turn all your lessons to better weapons for tomorrow

Acknowledge yo blessing when you can weaponize your sorrow