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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 shit straight

Could never say I fell off just that I slowed pace

Cause I’m in it for the marathon no quick race

Shit Remind me of the days when I moved 8ths

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 shit 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 shit 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 niggas family You can’t put them in the Grammy speeches

In the jungle with the snakes and leeches

I’m from Queens where niggas beefing different

Probably had a picture with em but still go to spin em

Watch my back while niggas watching me

I’m too sturdy I can’t go off beat

Drugs and pussy 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 bitch

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 space

I’m sorry thirsty niggas 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 shit straight

Could never say I fell off just that I slowed pace

Cause I’m in it for the marathon no quick race

Shit Remind me of the days when I moved 8ths