
bad things - zoe gawd lyrics
hook
bad things
living fast just steady thinking bout what life brings
they count me out but i been counting up a big bank
i watch the timing even if i know the tic fake
you see me rhyming had to go and get my sh*t straight
could never say i fell off just that i slowed pace
cause i’m in it for the marathon no quick race
sh*t remind me of the days when i moved 8ths
verse
used to write to music getting through the delays
f train and i took it straight to 69
but if you really know the block then it’s 6’8
i was adjacent to the block like i was 6’2
different day same sh*t nothing brand new
used to gather up the money like a susu
at the park, we sharing fries or a big juice
they know i got the winning ticket and i can’t lose
used to pray and ask for guidance like i’m in school
they used to know me as the baller now that sh*t true
i don’t acknowledge if the energy is funny to me
i gotta get over the fact they may not want it for me
can’t call all these n*ggas family you can’t put them in the grammy speeches
in the jungle with the snakes and leeches
i’m from queens where n*ggas beefing different
probably had a picture with em but still go to spin em
watch my back while n*ggas watching me
i’m too st*rdy i can’t go off beat
drugs and p*ssy you know my release
we in the bathroom and we move discreet
steak and lobster know i’m platinum with the uber eats
know what i mean, i hope they understand
a half oz into a couple bands
was in the park like a jungle gym
hoop dreams like above the rim
if i saved it all probably a quarter m
me and sis about the chicken like a couple hens
that’s really what it is
i need to pay my bills
i need the latest drip
roll with the baddest b*tch
you know my averages
9’s or better but can hit a 6
i don’t discriminate
in this world where they incriminate
i’m just starving trying get a grape
in the gym like i was outta shape
smoke some runtz now i’m in outer sp*ce
i’m sorry thirsty n*ggas can’t relate
i need my water for this money chase
say they real but i know they fake
date with fate and i’m running late
i gotta make it chances gotta take
hook
bad things
living fast just steady thinking bout what life brings
they count me out but i been counting up a big bank
i watch the timing even if i know the tic fake
you see me rhyming had to go and get my sh*t straight
could never say i fell off just that i slowed pace
cause i’m in it for the marathon no quick race
sh*t remind me of the days when i moved 8ths
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