Bad Boy

You can catch him sittin knowing that he's sinning

But knowing sinning gon give him what he's always missing

He starts to bill a spliff and slowing taking out the seeds

Slowing calculating how to perculate them p's

He's made a couple g's selling weed and selling e's

And to get it selling these he certainly moves neat

He rides his moped round the whole ends from dusk till dawn

He's got the weed head a pills heads lighting up his phone

He's got a ratchet that he loves to flick open and close

Hoping one day that it's gonna buss somebody clothes

Nobody really understands him nobody knows what's in his heart cause it never shows yo

He's got a dead beat dad, that beats his mum real bad

His mum sits home all day drinking and smoking fags

His mum said he aint shit probably do jail time and that's if he makes it to 25

CHORUS

Bad boy he's a bad boy

Catch him laying on his back getting head from cat listening to new rap like 50 and that

Word for word reciting like he's the real writer

Or shadow boxing in the mirror like a real fighter

The reason he's hurt is now lost like a lighter

The pain in his heart gets him drunk as mother yo

He gets another call then puts it in his balls

He passes the poster of 2pac on his bedroom wall

He don't really stop and cotch with the man dem

He said them man are waste man them man are loose cannons cause

They got the rebors he's got the real ting

He got the 38 with the grip and the case to put it in

He'd kill for his kicks or his whips or his friends

He'd kill for his dad even though he hates him

He'd kill for the reason of killing cause killings in

And he'd kill if opportunity rings

CHORUS

See his priorities are messed up, if he doesn't realise that then his luck'll be up

Cause he wants to be remembered like Tony Montana

But he's forgetting that he'll end up dead like Tony Montana

Life is a game and he's playing to lose he aint knowing the rules thinking they don't apply to him

But its love yea and it's the love that will keep him

Keep him filled to the brim although he's living in sin

His mind believes he's a product of the things he's sees

Nobody told him he's a free as the air he breathes

As simply as it sounds this is history he aint the first and he won't be the last

Cause I've seen a few going nowhere fast yea

I've seen a few going nowhere fast

A life upraised is a life unsure always looking for help but expecting closed doors that why he's