Nik Bates - Bad Fo Ya Health lyrics

[Verse 1] Finna blow up like you shooting at my gas tank CJ on the streets, tell him go to his rap thang I know I don't mix with them n***as Hoo Bangin' That would be like Bad Brains collabing with Mack Maine Pulling on the pistol with a grip of your dad's slang Riding in the black train, no that ain't a bad thing Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat Lay you flat on your back with the ease of a backswing All these n***as in Diego like to point out I ain't typical They grew up in the 'burb and they don't know that life is difficult Melting in a pot so they never had an idol Tumblr is becoming their manual to survival Never knew comfort, I knew tough work Never pushed a Benz, ‘cause music come first Your image what I should be, is not what I could be Talking ‘bout race, man I wish a n***a would Say I don't act black, and you afraid of the hood And you talk a lot of sh** when a n***a act good How we ‘post to step up, you putting us down Best check yourself, before you look like a clown ‘Cause living like this is bad for your health [Verse 2] Yeah I live in the 'burb, but I'm not understood If I was bored like you then I would probably read a book You looking real shook, far from a crook A n***a with a hook will leave you right where you stood Not Right Where U Stand, for the life of you man When pen and the pad is like a knife in my hand Shout outs to Guru, Shout outs to Guru Spend all yo time drinking Yoohoos on YouTube Kick it with the homies and they ain't doing nothing If I stayed home I could've probably done something Working on the flow but instead I'm out kicking it San Diego living ain't the way I'ma be living it I love SD, but I don't need to relax Nik B's in the trap, he releasing a track Putting me on the map, when I speak in a fact I beam and I flash, making dreams off a rap