Good With The Bad Lyrics

Yo, yo
Young nigga made a motherfuckin' way, nigga
Did this shit my motherfuckin' game
All that shit we been through
That shit wasn't for nothin'
Shit take time, you hear me?
Just gotta stay alive in the meantime
Natra

[Chorus]
Drive-by, nigga, drive-by
Shots fired, nigga, shots fired, whoa
If you a ride nigga, do or die
Hey, me and mine just tryna stay alive and lay low
I might run into a bag and blow it though
Up one day, down next day, don't show it though
Shirt snowin', heart cold, that's some ice, yeah
Of course no one can ride when shit ain't right, yeah

[Verse]
Ayy, fuck a rags-to-riches
Bitch, I'm still jumpin' houses with some bags and my shit in it
Mama still in public housing, she don't believe I ain't gettin' it
'Cause I'm always on the road
And I got a lot of rich friends, but that ain't how it go, Mama
I ain't lyin', shit been slow, Mama
I think I'm almost in the door, Mama
Ayy, I been real real patient
She like why the fuck you waitin'? You damn near helped him make it
Y'all supposed to be brothers, right? Ma, I hear what you're sayin'
But shit ain't like that, yeah we can't write that, ayy
Niggas got they own lives
And who are we to say what's wrong or right?
What's in the dark will always come to light
Ever see that fuck nigga that shot my bro, that's on sight
Hate all the time that I done put in overtime, they still overlookin'
I miss my grandma cookin'
I'm tryna survive in my environment
Tryna stay alive, away from violence
But when they tryna slide, what whip I'm ridin' in?
So, so much shit I done been through
I hope I done went through
The worst part, it could all be so simple
I just want a bag and want my bros out the dopehole
Hundred yard dash just for cash, ain't goin' broke, no
Gotta make it back to the spot 'fore it get too late
Niggas might fall asleep on me, ain't changed my clothes in two days
My life feel like a Blu-ray
First time I seen a man get shot, I was shocked, whoa
That's when I fell in love with the block, though
Some day, gun power
I can still smell the gun powder
Hit a lick, fifty-fifty shit, go sour
Hey, I remember it yesterday, it was a long day
Bickin' it at the spot and niggas plottin' on some' all day
Next thing you know, get that phone call
Already, then I got in a gunfight and lost my dawg
I still replay those scenes in the back of my head, yeah, oh
I still remain the same, no matter what they say
Hey, jumped up off the porch at a young age
Young nigga couldn't wait to make the front page
Scrapin' up crumbs and shit and tryna get
Up out of the slums and shit, I'm tired of this
I been through a lot of shit
I been 'round no pot to piss
Chops come out, they hop the fence
I remember everything they did
I forgive but never will forget
I run myself, I am in control of my own life, hey
I can't wait to go and get my own knives, hey
I can't wait to get my credit straight
I bet that day feel like my wedding day
Yeah, yeah
On the Southside, me and 4-5
Probably in the hood shootin' dice
They say it's my time
If it ain't, my niggas gon' ride, yeah

Drive-by, nigga, drive-by
Shots fired, nigga, shots fired, whoa
If you a ride nigga, do or die
Hey, me and mine just tryna stay alive and lay low
I might run into a bag and blow it though
Up one day, down next day, don't show it though
Shirt snowin', heart cold, that's some ice, yeah
Of course no one can ride when shit ain't right, yeah