how bad

It was a sunny ass day on the block when a nigga hit his first flip

Back then a nigga only had a lil quarter ounce to work with

And back then I knew that shit would never ever ever serve my purpose

But a nigga had to work it

You won't catch me out here hurtin

Now I'm the coldest young nigga out the hood and i'm beating out the back lot

This money got me in a hold and you know I ain't even bouta tap out

I always pictured this life and I knew sunny skies would be the backdrop

I used to pray hard for this moment

Cuz who want grey clouds with they ocean

Tell me how bad do you want it