Doin' Bad

Through all the beef I had before that I would never speak on
Like I ain't even mad no more, but I can never sleep on
Cause I'm getting a bag, and they all doing bad

The snakes still slithering, the fake chill together
Every time I cut one off, I kept doing better
Nothing lasts forever, gotta hustle stack the bread up
Mom, Dukes had to put the crib up, remember?
But we did what we had to do since Frankfurt Avenue
When Pito took me in, last conversation, he said I'm proud of you
Of course this happened, rapping and trapping is all I knew how to do
TFC are fighting in shower shoes, taught me how to move
Post bail, coke sales, maxed out, no tail
So skilled, bro, still up top, they both will
Cause they both killed, every morning so real
Mix the peanut butter with the oatmeal
I know how a ghost feels
I know how to lay low in motion while looking so still
Re-up getting bigger every time, let the coke build
Big blunt, packed like the state road jails

Through all the beef I had before that I would never speak on
I ain't even mad no more, but I can never sleep on
Cause I'm getting a bag, and they all doing bad

Said all the beef I had before still won't ever speak on
I ain't even mad no more, but I don't never sleep on
Cause I'm getting a bag, and they all doing bad

Oh yeah
He's doing bad
38 Spesh