BAD DECISIONS

[Verse 1:]
Give a shit what you want, I don’t want none of that
I’ve been good on my own, with a knife up in my back
I don’t care what you want, cuz I don’t take things back
I don’t care if you want me cuz I ain’t going back
7 numbers from her, 7 more up in my bank account
Like a hoe in a big city, no, I cannot wait to take em out
“I play with em, then I fake em out”
I bump my own songs cuz I don’t rep nobody faking there’s (ugh)

[Interlude: Spoken Word]
So, we’re gonna need a little more emotion in the rest of the song (what?)
But this is my- this is my song
You’re gonna have to do it (I’m not- yeah)
I’m not doing it, not doing it

[Verse 2:]
I could get your body split with one call
You prolly have the cops on speed dial
All my boys stay hostile
Dumb hoes cannot jock our style
They never stop talking, bet they’ll be quiet when my gun speak
W-w-what was that? They ain’t about shit
You the types of rappers to be beefing ‘bout an outfit
I be putting rapper ‘way with a little thing called a stick
I don’t need y’all, y’all is weaker, bet you sad they discontinued nic
I said “come meet my fist”
Ain’t been happy for a decade, since an infant, I’ve been pissed
Since I was 13, I’ve noticed, the worlds not different from locusts
And I can’t even stay focused, I hope y’all rot while reloading (ha)
I hit him once, and he dropped, I heard he talk to the cops
At the station, we mob, carry a thing called a grudge
Y’all got a problem, run up, y’all talk to much, get gunned up
I just gunned down your homie, now who’s “fly enough?”