Bad Karma

All I ever did was trust my faith

Then I lost it all just to gain it back

Lost my love, my hope, painted it black

That was my biggest sin and I still get flashbacks

'Cause I was not myself, unable to fix it all

Gave away a part of me, made myself so small

Realised that's not what I want

Making you uncomfortable is not what haunts me anymore

Watch me not dim my shine

So bright, all the insecurity's burning down

I know it's hard sometimes

Keep going, not giving your demons a safe space or a home anymore

I got an AP, my brother got him a Patek

And I copped different Rolies for all of my friends

Spending my money as fast as I'm getting it back

Hide your kids, hide your wife, we come to collect

Repping the set, live and direct

The demons are out, we put 'em on wax

I see what y'all been doing, man, we follow the tracks

My momma a bear, her son out the trap

The game in my palm, ain't breaking a sweat

Hide the scars with tats I got on my flesh

Take y'all out

Stop running your mouth

Ask around

The streets will vouch

My name ring bells

My bros bring hell

30 deep like Adele

I lost a homie to the streets

Still ain't never called police

Man, we handle it ourselves

I lost a homie to the drugs

Still ain't snitched on no one

Still called nobody for help

Ain't got a dad, I got my mama

The ones who do not fuck with us got bad karma

Today you got away, but at least we got your partner

Did so much up in the streets, karma on the way, ha

Bad bitch in my hotel, I nutted in her face

Put a bitch out, go separate ways

I'm from the Projects, I come out the Lake

Don't fuck with a **** won't say to my face

I don't fuck with the laws, man, I'm tired of this case, bitch

Smoking on opps, I ain't smoking on gas

He tried to run, we gon' get on his ass

Oh silly ass ****, you play with that bag

I'm coming to kill, put your ass in a bag

Pop me a Perc, then I throw me a four

What you gon' do when that money get low?

You know how I'm coming, I'm kicking the door

This ice on a ****, I'm colder than snow

They need money, who you think they call on me

**** fake, but I was blinded, couldn't see

Rolling Loud, was in New York, my momma seen me on TV

They be speaking on the kid, but bitch I made it out the streets

I lost a homie to the streets

Still ain't never called police

Man, we handle it ourselves

I lost a homie to the drugs

Still ain't snitched on no one

Still called nobody for help

Ain't got a dad, I got my mama

The ones who do not fuck with us got bad karma

Today you got away, but at least we got your partner