Bad Bad News

Ain't got no riches, ain't got no money that runs long But I got a heart that's strong And a love that's tall Ain't got no name, ain't got no fancy education But I can see right through A powdered face on a painted fool Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) I'm just tryna move up front Lil' more of this, lil' less of that (can you feel me?) Let me come through (let me come through) I'm tired of being in the back (a'ight) I'm just tryna move up front A lil' more of this, a lil' less of that, yeah They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good, good thing out of bad, bad news I don't worry, don't worry, don't worry about people in my face I hit 'em with the style and grace And watch their ankles break I know you wish, I know you wish I would fade away But I got more to say, Lord, they pray Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) I'm just tryna move up front Lil' more of this, lil' less of that (can you feel me?) Let me come through (let me come through) I'm tired of being in the back (a'ight) I'm just tryna move up front A lil' more of this, a lil' less of that, yeah They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good, good thing out of bad, bad news All day, all night, alright, alright All day, all night, alright, alright All day, all night, alright, alright All day, all night They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good, good thing out of bad, bad news