BAD

Yea, yea I hope my niggas keep it solid till the day that I'm alright

And if they not I'm on my own still cool and flyer then a kite

And with my demons I'm on trial they tried to snatch me from my rights

To go to sleep they tried to sentence me my mind race every night

And I just try to play it cool now I should of went to school

And in my city I ain't cool now

I rock whatever a lil nigga want give a fuck what they talking about

This shit gone catch up they gone me in a fat ass house

My grandma tell me stop that cussing shit get to explicit

She tell me slow down on my ways just take your life and live it

And I'm too deep off in my way I need to go an visit

Just heard your voice the other a day a nigga still miss it