Bad Man (feat. Sean The Shaman)

Run, run, run Bad Man coming through with his gun

I went to see my brother just the other day

We went down to that sacred place where we learned to pray

I saw the people standing there, the fear upon their face

And old Grandmother came to me and this is what she said

Run, run, run Bad Man coming through with his gun

Run, run, run Bad Man coming through with his gun

I went down to the market to get myself some bread

The streets were cold and empty and my heart was filled with dread

I saw my sister weeping there her hands upon her head

I reached my hands to comfort her and this is what she said

Run, run, run Bad Man coming through with his gun

Run, run, run Bad Man coming through with his gun

When I die turn me into a cadaver

Study me closely, put my brain on a silver platter

Remove the bullshit parts that never really mattered

And focus on the pain, which made my thoughts scatter

Though I’m no stranger to the laughter

The pain came first, the laughs after

And that’s a fact bruh

They came to take him left him hyperventilating in the streets like he had asthma

We killin’ each other as well as the Mother Earth

You’d strangle ya brotha just to increase your net worth

He’s tryna live for his kids, he just had his first

But you struggling and broke that’s just the way it works

A little boy with no joy cause of your choice

I’ll put a curse on ya

I know some murderers who say it’s easier to do that then flip a burger bruh

Vile **** who’ll prolly smile while they’re hurting ya

Run, run, run Bad Man coming through with his gun

Run, run, run Bad Man coming through with his gun

In their youth they started out as burglars

Until they got them water guns, started squirting ‘em

That’s where they developed that term “homie I’ll wet ya up”

A couple of knuckle-heads who lost the skills to knuckle up

Never see ‘em in the gym putting muscles up

Cause real hard work they couldn’t muster up

They got cocky after racking up a couple bucks

Until their rivals seen em parked in that new truck

They got swarmed like some hornets on a soda cup

The stick-up kids are now the ones getting stuck

You better off spreading love keeping the deuce chucked

 

Cause you never know who’s mobbin’ with that thing tucked

Think you Noriega bangin’ like a super thug

Now the cycle of karma bringing ya bad luck

Say you untouchable but really you a sitting duck

Easy prey to real ones who really just don’t give a fuck

Run, run, run Bad Man coming through with his gun

Run, run, run Bad Man coming through with his gun

Run, run, run Bad Man coming through with his gun

Run, run, run Bad Man coming through with his gun