You can catch him sittin knowing that he’s sinning?
But knowing sinning gon give him what he’s always missing
He starts to bill a spliff and slowing taking out the seeds?
Slowing calculating how to perculate them p’s?
He’s made a couple g’s selling weed and selling e’s?
And to get it selling these he certainly moves neat
He rides his moped round the whole ends from dusk till dawn
He’s got the weed head a pills heads lighting up his phone
He’s got a ratchet that he loves to flick open and close?
Hoping one day that it’s gonna buss somebody clothes?
Nobody really understands him nobody knows what’s in his heart cause it never shows yo
He’s got a dead beat dad, that beats his mum real bad?
His mum sits home all day drinking and smoking fags
His mum said he aint shit probably do jail time and that’s if he makes it to 25
Bad boy he’s a bad boy?
Catch him laying on his back getting head from cat listening to new rap like 50 and that?
Word for word reciting like he’s the real writer?
Or shadow boxing in the mirror like a real fighter?
The reason he’s hurt is now lost like a lighter?
The pain in his heart gets him drunk as mother yo
He gets another call then puts it in his balls
He passes the poster of 2pac on his bedroom wall
He don’t really stop and cotch with the man dem
He said them man are waste man them man are loose cannons cause
They got the rebors he’s got the real ting?
He got the 38 with the grip and the case to put it in
He’d kill for his kicks or his whips or his friends?
He’d kill for his dad even though he hates him
He’d kill for the reason of killing cause killings in?
And he’d kill if opportunity rings
Bad boy he’s a bad boy?
See his priorities are messed up, if he doesn’t realise that then his luck’ll be up?
Cause he wants to be remembered like Tony Montana?
But he’s forgetting that he’ll end up dead like Tony Montana
Life is a game and he’s playing to lose he aint knowing the rules thinking they don’t apply to him?
But its love yea and it’s the love that will keep him?
Keep him filled to the brim although he’s living in sin
His mind believes he’s a product of the things he’s sees?
Nobody told him he’s a free as the air he breathes?
As simply as it sounds this is history he aint the first and he won’t be the last
Cause I’ve seen a few going nowhere fast yea
I’ve seen a few going nowhere fast?
A life upraised is a life unsure always looking for help but expecting closed doors that why he’s
Bad boy he’s a bad boy?
You can catch him sittin knowing that he’s sinning?
But knowing sinning gon give him what he’s always missing
He starts to bill a spliff and slowing taking out the seeds?
Slowing calculating how to perculate them p’s?
He’s made a couple g’s selling weed and selling e’s?
And to get it selling these he certainly moves neat
He rides his moped round the whole ends from dusk till dawn
He’s got the weed head a pills heads lighting up his phone
He’s got a ratchet that he loves to flick open and close?
Hoping one day that it’s gonna buss somebody clothes?
Nobody really understands him nobody knows what’s in his heart cause it never shows yo
He’s got a dead beat dad, that beats his mum real bad?
His mum sits home all day drinking and smoking fags
His mum said he aint shit probably do jail time and that’s if he makes it to 25
Bad boy he’s a bad boy?
Catch him laying on his back getting head from cat listening to new rap like 50 and that?
Word for word reciting like he’s the real writer?
Or shadow boxing in the mirror like a real fighter?
The reason he’s hurt is now lost like a lighter?
The pain in his heart gets him drunk as mother yo
He gets another call then puts it in his balls
He passes the poster of 2pac on his bedroom wall
He don’t really stop and cotch with the man dem
He said them man are waste man them man are loose cannons cause
They got the rebors he’s got the real ting?
He got the 38 with the grip and the case to put it in
He’d kill for his kicks or his whips or his friends?
He’d kill for his dad even though he hates him
He’d kill for the reason of killing cause killings in?
And he’d kill if opportunity rings
Bad boy he’s a bad boy?
See his priorities are messed up, if he doesn’t realise that then his luck’ll be up?
Cause he wants to be remembered like Tony Montana?
But he’s forgetting that he’ll end up dead like Tony Montana
Life is a game and he’s playing to lose he aint knowing the rules thinking they don’t apply to him?
But its love yea and it’s the love that will keep him?
Keep him filled to the brim although he’s living in sin
His mind believes he’s a product of the things he’s sees?
Nobody told him he’s a free as the air he breathes?
As simply as it sounds this is history he aint the first and he won’t be the last
Cause I’ve seen a few going nowhere fast yea
I’ve seen a few going nowhere fast?
A life upraised is a life unsure always looking for help but expecting closed doors that why he’s
Bad boy he’s a bad boy?
You can catch him sittin knowing that he’s sinning?
But knowing sinning gon give him what he’s always missing
He starts to bill a spliff and slowing taking out the seeds?
Slowing calculating how to perculate them p’s?
He’s made a couple g’s selling weed and selling e’s?
And to get it selling these he certainly moves neat
He rides his moped round the whole ends from dusk till dawn
He’s got the weed head a pills heads lighting up his phone
He’s got a ratchet that he loves to flick open and close?
Hoping one day that it’s gonna buss somebody clothes?
Nobody really understands him nobody knows what’s in his heart cause it never shows yo
He’s got a dead beat dad, that beats his mum real bad?
His mum sits home all day drinking and smoking fags
His mum said he aint shit probably do jail time and that’s if he makes it to 25
Bad boy he’s a bad boy?
Catch him laying on his back getting head from cat listening to new rap like 50 and that?
Word for word reciting like he’s the real writer?
Or shadow boxing in the mirror like a real fighter?
The reason he’s hurt is now lost like a lighter?
The pain in his heart gets him drunk as mother yo
He gets another call then puts it in his balls
He passes the poster of 2pac on his bedroom wall
He don’t really stop and cotch with the man dem
He said them man are waste man them man are loose cannons cause
They got the rebors he’s got the real ting?
He got the 38 with the grip and the case to put it in
He’d kill for his kicks or his whips or his friends?
He’d kill for his dad even though he hates him
He’d kill for the reason of killing cause killings in?
And he’d kill if opportunity rings
Bad boy he’s a bad boy?
See his priorities are messed up, if he doesn’t realise that then his luck’ll be up?
Cause he wants to be remembered like Tony Montana?
But he’s forgetting that he’ll end up dead like Tony Montana
Life is a game and he’s playing to lose he aint knowing the rules thinking they don’t apply to him?
But its love yea and it’s the love that will keep him?
Keep him filled to the brim although he’s living in sin
His mind believes he’s a product of the things he’s sees?
Nobody told him he’s a free as the air he breathes?
As simply as it sounds this is history he aint the first and he won’t be the last
Cause I’ve seen a few going nowhere fast yea
I’ve seen a few going nowhere fast?
A life upraised is a life unsure always looking for help but expecting closed doors that why he’s
Bad boy he’s a bad boy?