With bad bitchs the bad times el pass by
But it was never good enough for them
The things that I been doing man
Always thought that I wouldn’t
Its not that i thought I couldn’t
Just never went the way it should
And always seemed to murder the good
Like what the fuck is that about
I aint really used to this vibe
Crossing seas like its nothing
They treating me like im well
Like how I trick these people
Man I was born in the bottom
I was never treated equal
Pain piling like leaves in autumn
Laughing at your struggles
Until there the ones that got em
The world don’t like my book
They aint fuckig with my people
They’ll be happy with a bullet in my head
The bad times ell pass bye
But it was never good enough for them
The bad times ell pass bye
But it was never good enough for them
I ran out of weed last week
I need to roll another up
So ill proceeded with peace
But inside trapped with this beast
Pull that lever and Rest In Peace
Sometimes I hold my breath
Im south paw when I throw my left
I take a couple cursed steps
Towards my righteous death
My first album lifted many pounds off my chest
I don’t know how I ain’t stretch my neck
How I ain’t bite that bullet
How I ain’t jump no flying
How I ain’t drink that fluid
But if thats what they want
I’m probably in your house
The bad times ell pass bye
But it was never good enough for them
The bad times ell pass bye
But it was never good enough for them
The bad times ell pass bye
But it was never good enough for them
The bad times ell pass bye
But it was never good enough for them