A1 x J1 – Bad Guy Lyrics
Same block where my friend died
You don’t understand, we’re misunderstood
Don’t make me the bad guy
It hasn’t been the same since you left
My age mates are in prison or dead
“Don’t end up like your friends”
That’s what my mumsie said
Platinum plaques are under my bed
Won’t hang them up ’cause I ain’t done yet
Only eighteen, you should show some respect
If you disrespect, put money on your head
Check my streams, look right and left
Got PTSD, they try rob me
Is it my fault that I want me a glee? (Ah, ah)
Last year I was more than low
Ain’t talkin’ notes, I was far from broke
I just done a show, I’m far from home (Na, na, na, na)
I walk through the ends and that’s how I get by
To the same block where my friend died
Still feelin’ low ’cause I lost my bro and I didn’t see his good side
You ain’t see the whole hood cry?
You don’t even know what it feels like
You don’t understand, we’re misunderstood
Don’t make me the bad guy (Mhm)
YP got bagged, T got nicked
I’m makin’ a tape, why they tapin’ the strip?
I ain’t chasin’ a hoe, I ain’t chasin’ a bitch
Life different now since I made me a hit (Uh-huh)
He was in the field tryna make it out
My bro could’ve made it pro (Could’ve made it)
He’s out on a glide, I pray he don’t die
I pray that he makes it home
I ain’t losin’ faith, I ain’t losin hope
Stack, repeat, make this dough (Uh-huh)
I use to be broke now I make notes
Now Jess and Steph tryna call my phone
The young boys tryna make headline on the news
When I’m tryna do this headline show
Need a brown skin like Renee, tell shawty let’s go
I walk through the ends and that’s how I get by
To the same block where my friend died
Still feelin’ low ’cause I lost my bro and I didn’t see his good side
You ain’t see the whole hood cry?
You don’t even know what it feels like
You don’t understand, we’re misunderstood
Don’t make me the bad guy (Mhm)
You weren’t there when I was down and low
I was going through Section 32
Mum nearly got kicked out of the crib
Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t write these tunes
Nah, if I didn’t write these bars (No way)
Wouldn’t know what to do
Would’ve been like (Shh), in a stolen car
It’s time that I cop me a yard (Uh-huh)
He was a crook tryna take your rolex
Now he’s pissed ’cause he’s servin’ time
Tell the young G’s that the smokin’ kills
But they already lost their minds
They’re doin’ up county lines
I’m in the booth tryna write these lines
My man got bagged for the dark (Mhm)
And now he’s tryna find the light
I walk through the ends and that’s how I get by
To the same block where my friend died
Still feelin’ low ’cause I lost my bro and I didn’t see his good side
You ain’t see the whole hood cry?
You don’t even know what it feels like
You don’t understand, we’re misunderstood
Don’t make me the bad guy
I walk through the ends and that’s how I get by
To the same block where my friend died
Still feelin’ low ’cause I lost my bro and I didn’t see his good side
You ain’t see the whole hood cry?
You don’t even know what it feels like
You don’t understand, we’re misunderstood
Don’t make me the bad guy
