Would you be my Baby, oh
If I had the money, love
Would That make you love me, more
Would that make you love me, more
Bad vibes
Sad shit
Bad times
I quit
I don't know any second might go
Jumping up on stage ima let the mic blow
Ima light the cone un till my mind explodes and all my lyrics pour out you need a fire hose
I need a lighter load
Blowing hydro smoke
I let my lighter go
It's my time to blow
Drugs to numb the pain but it ain't working
Thinking back on life and now my hearts hurting
Should I cancel it
But I'm stuck in a rut don't have no fucks to give
Sick of this shit so I change my flow scheme
Sick of life might take some kodeine
Sick of sipping the shit that Tripping my own dreams
Might go away until they ask where's the flow been
The flows right here
Staying awake at night
Writing lines while I'm high like buzz light year
Bad vibes all up in my mind
Drink and smoke until I'm fine
But I'm out of my mind
I just wanna write a smash hit
If not ima leave like my dad did
Got no lighter so I'm sparking with a match lit
I just wanna get high, spit dope rhymes that's it
5 point wordplay that's scrabble
Name another rapper that's as ready to battle
My words rain down like pitter pater no tattles
You ain't sheep nah you cunts are following like cattle fuck
Bad vibes
Sad shit
Bat times
I quit
Bad vibes
Sad shit
Bad times
I quit
Would you be my Baby, oh
If I had the money, love
Would That make you love me, more
Would that make you love me, more
I remember way back
Mum crying on a couch
Dad smoking on crack
And Now I'm rolling up out of a pouch how bout that
Now I'm Dropping fat tracks and I got the buds packed
Yeah I got bad vibes FUCK YOU
Imagine what it's like when your dad leaves and you know he don't love you
Sitting alone with a pen and a pad wishing that it coulda been a gun too
And you never had no one to run too
The art of war up in yah mind like sunsu
Trust no one, they could run too
Now tell yourself that it wouldn't fuck You up too
Bad vibes
Sad shit
Bad times
I won't ever quit
I won't stop till I get to the sky
If I don't have rap Shit may as well die
Bad vibes you need some sad shit
To do this I don't need my dad bitch
I got myself and I got no one else
I got My own skill I can prove that he never had this
I don't make enough to earn a wage
Life is tough I try turn the page
Got my own style tryna pave the way
Get a fat beat then I let it lay to waste
I ain't going nowhere I'm in the scene
Exl where have I been
You can't imaging all the shit that I seen
Why you think I medicate with the green I got
Bad vibes
Sad shit
Bad times
I won't ever quit
Would you be my Baby, oh
If I had the money, love
Would That make you love me, more
Would that make you love me, more