Retch - BadGuyGoodguy lyrics

Bad Health bro This that sh** my n***a [Verse 1: RetcH] Tangled in this Hell hole, prolly slept with the dope packs Nomads roaming, [?] tasting the cognac Jakes they all adore you, so you might as well just off yourself Awful health, Newports got me coughing up yellow sh** Pockets getting thinner, thoughts getting more devilish Derelict, living a low life degenerate Man's shot, mom's f**ed up, b**hes is s**ing dick f**s a rap check, so I'm still right here on this f**ing strip Do a show to four thousand people then go and sell a zip Go on tour then post in front the store like I ain't got a cent Dropping packs in the hood like the UPS n***a When I f** these next plates up I'ma have to get the next n***a Or wait until the [?], said that n***as got a show (chill n***a) And they gon' toss a lil' dough so now I'm back up on the road But it still ain't sh** cause my moms who got the house So the [?] of these thoughts is threw the 5 for the ounce [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Yo yo You know the block is hot son, you need to chill out You got a future ahead of you I know you sick of the fiends fiending to get ahead to you And risking your life Mr. You-Know-Where-To-Find-Me-For-The-7-For-The-90, I Know your circumstances coming up was f**ed up But your only 21 and you ain't diss anyone, deada** Your past is what makes your present special f** a rap cheque? that cheque paid for the pack for the session Listen lil homie, I know I'm only 27 But I kept my head down like God in Heaven and I got my blessings A lot of my n***as doing bids tryna live like this Beating off while we really in b**hes ribs No A-1 sauce on my filet mignon Could make 40 off a brick, I did that in 2 shows [Verse 3: RetcH] Yo [?] 'til Kendrick tossed me hundred Now I don't f** with making five, don't agree with any guys Hear what you saying but you really gotta feel me my n***a Cause just the other day they tried to k** Trizzy my n***a But they hit 'em in the leg, I was working in the basement Then the news hit my phone, I'm thinking 'bout interrogation Grab a big sized .40 or adjust it for the Uzi Then cut the scene on them n***as, hit the block and make a movie I pull up like I'm working on my bicepts Wreak of pound and my man tripped beside the projects Take a piss in the stairs like I ain't just leave the brib I remember it was nights and my stomach touched my ribs Record f**ed up, lips black, was smoking all these roaches [?] tatted on my face [?] the sh** was hopeless On my birthday, no party, no cake or nothing We was broke, what you think I sold dick for nothing (sorry) Man's pa**ed when I was 15 on the day that I was born By some n***a from the hood that might have made a couple saults [Verse 4: Ab-Soul] Hey hey, hang on What kind of attitude is that? Surely not the one to reach the altitude I'm at I ain't saying put in an application or nothing crazy Ain't no fear in your heart? No need to be afraid of a little patience Like the pediatrics They say sometime the rap game remind them of the crack game Find a balance Cause what they did with 16 zips, I did with 16 Raws in 2010 I know the pen ain't right, that's why I ain't use it to write You don't even got an I.D., what laws are you abiding? (man) Retch I ain't tryna change you, just give you some game To make the transition, from the streets to the fame [Verse 5: RetcH] Yo, that sh** corny, word is Bond, Soulo listen Shoulda copped a f**ing brick when you dropped Control System We coulda took it to the hood and bagged it 'til our hands calais Ha, remember all that sh** that you was talking about the balance? Lil scale, lil sale, prolly do a show at Yale Get back and the [?] Get Mac to pay the bails [RetcH Interlude] [Verse 6: Ab-Soul] Well, you do have a point there It ain't like I ain't tryna ball like I play point here But what if they point fingers? n***a, I'm a public figure already Everybody seen my picture already [Verse 7: RetcH & (Ab-Soul)] If you play behind the workers like you play behind the shades Do your thing up on the stage and slip out every couple days We could chef up all the yola, put some b**hes on the blade Had the junkies sharing needles, prolly give each other aids (Damn, guess we can get in all ways) f** it, they give each other aids (n***as is grown these days) Yeah now you get it, catching on to it (Mhm, okay) Had these n***as on [?], wet up that raw fluid (But if I heard her speak) Nah, we got n***as in the streets And they don't eat nothing but bars You come through and they'll shoot from the car And zoom choppers same size as guitars And let 'em know that this trip here is ours (I mean you ready for War) Hell yeah I'm ready for War (Yo, f** all this HiiiPower sh**, how much that whole thing cost?)