Right

[Verse 1]
I'm from the trenches, we see 12, we hit a route like Chase
Or CeeDee Lamb, they got the traphouse wide open
Opps in the club, tryna have staring matches with a nigga
Can't wait to catch him, leave him dead with his eyes open
I thought when you make it your problems gon' just go away or something
I know that sound a little bit crazy, but that's the real
Picked up a switch, left his equipment, he in the field
Money comin' in, I still ain't signed a major deal
Lil' bro died off a pill
No nigga ain't never popped more seals than me, I sip more lean than C
Know the game, I signed my cleats
She callin' my phone, I'm in the city, girl, like I signed to P (QC)
Yeah, he killed a nigga, he did it on camera, he ain't take a plea
I pray he beat it too
I answer when you call, but you ain't pick up when I needed you
In Houston, James Harden house, we ain't playing hoops
Just got a message from your area code was 832
Wonder why I only get your texts when I'm in Texas?

[Chorus]
How bad you want it?
How bad you want it?
How bad you want it?
If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right (What you got?)
I got niggas who I love that died, and I still haven't cried (The stories never told)

[Verse 2]
I'm so used to death, can't even shed no more tears (I can't)
I'm so used to you depending on me for real
You got family I ain't seen in years
Cooler still'll get you bailed
Locked in, we ain't playing Madden, just make sure you get the bills
Gotta dub, we reading books, hoping he get pardoned
She text me, "Oh," I text her, "blocked" like she from Parkway Garden
This roxy strong, I don't feel the Act'
And he got bodies, but he told, that boy a killer rat
Jo like my spine, miss my lil' bro, wish I could get him back
I got all my jewelry, yeah, I'm posted in the trenches
Hittin' potholes, spillin' codeine in the Bentley

[Chorus]
How bad you want it?
How bad you want it?
How bad you want it?
If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right
I got niggas who I love that died, and I still haven't cried