CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Good With the Bad
Yo, yo
Young n***a made a motherf**kin' way, n***a
Did this sh*t my motherf**kin' game
All that sh*t we been through
That sh*t wasn't for nothin'
Sh*t take time, you hear me?
Just gotta stay alive in the meantime
Natra
Drive-by, n***a, drive-by
Shots fired, n***a, shots fired, whoa
If you a ride n***a, do or die
Hey, me and mine just tryna stay alive and lay low
I might run into a bag and blow it though
Up one day, down next day, don't show it though
Shirt snowin', heart cold, that's some ice, yeah
Of course no one can ride when sh*t ain't right, yeah
Ayy, f**k a rags-to-riches
B*t*h, I'm still jumpin' houses with some bags and my sh*t in it
Mama still in public housing, she don't believe I ain't gettin' it
'Cause I'm always on the road
And I got a lot of rich friends, but that ain't how it go, Mama
I ain't lyin', sh*t been slow, Mama
I think I'm almost in the door, Mama
Ayy, I been real real patient
She like why the f**k you waitin'? You damn near helped him make it
Y'all supposed to be brothers, right? Ma, I hear what you're sayin'
But sh*t ain't like that, yeah we can't write that, ayy
N***as got they own lives
And who are we to say what's wrong or right?
What's in the dark will always come to light
Ever see that f**k n***a that shot my bro, that's on sight
Hate all the time that I done put in overtime, they still overlookin'
I miss my grandma cookin'
I'm tryna survive in my environment
Tryna stay alive, away from violence
But when they tryna slide, what whip I'm ridin' in?
So, so much sh*t I done been through
I hope I done went through
The worst part, it could all be so simple
I just want a bag and want my bros out the dopehole
Hundred yard dash just for cash, ain't goin' broke, no
Gotta make it back to the spot 'fore it get too late
N***as might fall asleep on me, ain't changed my clothes in two days
My life feel like a Blu-ray
First time I seen a man get shot, I was shocked, whoa
That's when I fell in love with the block, though
Some day, gun power
I can still smell the gun powder
Hit a lick, fifty-fifty sh*t, go sour
Hey, I remember it yesterday, it was a long day
Bickin' it at the spot and n***as plottin' on some' all day
Next thing you know, get that phone call
Already, then I got in a gunfight and lost my dawg
I still replay those scenes in the back of my head, yeah, oh
I still remain the same, no matter what they say
Hey, jumped up off the porch at a young age
Young n***a couldn't wait to make the front page
Scrapin' up crumbs and sh*t and tryna get
Up out of the slums and sh*t, I'm tired of this
I been through a lot of sh*t
I been 'round no pot to p*ss
Chops come out, they hop the fence
I remember everything they did
I forgive but never will forget
I run myself, I am in control of my own life, hey
I can't wait to go and get my own knives, hey
I can't wait to get my credit straight
I bet that day feel like my wedding day
Yeah, yeah
On the Southside, me and 4-5
Probably in the hood shootin' dice
They say it's my time
If it ain't, my n***as gon' ride, yeah
Young n***a made a motherf**kin' way, n***a
Did this sh*t my motherf**kin' game
All that sh*t we been through
That sh*t wasn't for nothin'
Sh*t take time, you hear me?
Just gotta stay alive in the meantime
Natra
Drive-by, n***a, drive-by
Shots fired, n***a, shots fired, whoa
If you a ride n***a, do or die
Hey, me and mine just tryna stay alive and lay low
I might run into a bag and blow it though
Up one day, down next day, don't show it though
Shirt snowin', heart cold, that's some ice, yeah
Of course no one can ride when sh*t ain't right, yeah
Ayy, f**k a rags-to-riches
B*t*h, I'm still jumpin' houses with some bags and my sh*t in it
Mama still in public housing, she don't believe I ain't gettin' it
'Cause I'm always on the road
And I got a lot of rich friends, but that ain't how it go, Mama
I ain't lyin', sh*t been slow, Mama
I think I'm almost in the door, Mama
Ayy, I been real real patient
She like why the f**k you waitin'? You damn near helped him make it
Y'all supposed to be brothers, right? Ma, I hear what you're sayin'
But sh*t ain't like that, yeah we can't write that, ayy
N***as got they own lives
And who are we to say what's wrong or right?
What's in the dark will always come to light
Ever see that f**k n***a that shot my bro, that's on sight
Hate all the time that I done put in overtime, they still overlookin'
I miss my grandma cookin'
I'm tryna survive in my environment
Tryna stay alive, away from violence
But when they tryna slide, what whip I'm ridin' in?
So, so much sh*t I done been through
I hope I done went through
The worst part, it could all be so simple
I just want a bag and want my bros out the dopehole
Hundred yard dash just for cash, ain't goin' broke, no
Gotta make it back to the spot 'fore it get too late
N***as might fall asleep on me, ain't changed my clothes in two days
My life feel like a Blu-ray
First time I seen a man get shot, I was shocked, whoa
That's when I fell in love with the block, though
Some day, gun power
I can still smell the gun powder
Hit a lick, fifty-fifty sh*t, go sour
Hey, I remember it yesterday, it was a long day
Bickin' it at the spot and n***as plottin' on some' all day
Next thing you know, get that phone call
Already, then I got in a gunfight and lost my dawg
I still replay those scenes in the back of my head, yeah, oh
I still remain the same, no matter what they say
Hey, jumped up off the porch at a young age
Young n***a couldn't wait to make the front page
Scrapin' up crumbs and sh*t and tryna get
Up out of the slums and sh*t, I'm tired of this
I been through a lot of sh*t
I been 'round no pot to p*ss
Chops come out, they hop the fence
I remember everything they did
I forgive but never will forget
I run myself, I am in control of my own life, hey
I can't wait to go and get my own knives, hey
I can't wait to get my credit straight
I bet that day feel like my wedding day
Yeah, yeah
On the Southside, me and 4-5
Probably in the hood shootin' dice
They say it's my time
If it ain't, my n***as gon' ride, yeah
