Bad Intentions

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
I wrote this one for all my niggas in the trenches
Riskin' they freedom everyday when there's a better way
Momma say once you hear them firework's, just come inside to play
And you know that firecracker pop was just the DOA
Police sirens, and momma's crying damn near everyday
He's sick over her look, but that's the price he had to pay
At a young age, we was totin' baby Draco's and SK's
Can't get erased by a fuck nigga with no aim

[Chorus]
South-side Chicago, nigga filled with bad intentions
Soon as you catch him lackin', kill him, show them how we livin'
He be with them niggas who been dissin' the guys
Let us find out them boys on live, we gon' come burn 'em alive, 30's on 30's and 9's, yeah
When we rock out, bro totin' 30's on each side
I slid a 50 in mine, can't get up with 'em, knee high
He better not look wrong in this bitch or I might catch a vibe
Big 30 won't tryna let me kill 'em, like you do this every time
I have to change the conversation, he ain't ever lie

[Verse 2]
Don't test my patience, this bitch better not step one foot across that line, unless he ready to die
Ion rap no beef, ain't no geting even
We gon' burn 'em alive, light this fuck nigga on fire, yeah
I got to thinkin' 'bout side chasing, so let me call my Slime
I call my lil' brother through the FaceTime
Like I know I been busy, I be tryna make time, yeah
He put Red on the phone, bro told me what been goin down
And how the 9 been movin' kinda strange now?, uh
I get that bag and I'm gon' book them flights and fly y'all out
Let's T-up like we in the eighth grade, just fuck some fame now
I'm the same nigga out that gang and we could bang it out
I told all my gang members, we gon' make it out
I got the drop, let's rock out, take it out, and break it down
Run in this AirBnb, playing, you won't make a sound

[Chorus]
South-side Chicago, nigga filled with bad intentions
Soon as you catch him lackin', kill him, show them how we livin'
He be with them niggas who been dissin' the guys
Let us find out them boys on live, we gon' come burn 'em alive, 30's on 30's and 9's, yeah
When we rock out, bro totin' 30's on each side
I slid a 50 in mine, can't get up with 'em, knee high
He better not look wrong in this bitch or I might catch a vibe
Big 30 won't tryna let me kill 'em, like you do this every time
I have to change the conversation, he ain't ever lie

[Outro]
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