Bad Guy

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 mumsi said Platinum plaques are under my bed Won't hang them up 'cause I ain't done yet Only 18, 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 (mm-hmm) 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 used 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 (mm-hmm) 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 (mm-hmm) He was a crook tryna take your Rolex Now he 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 (mm-hmm) 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