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john tr3 pritchett - bad 1z lyrics

[verse 1]
underage little rapper pull up to your venue
make it hot, next spot wendy’s on the menu
4 for 4, por favor
poor life still there
started from the bottom and we still here
wheelchair jimmy couldn’t roll with my bros
smash bros after lunch then we go
and make moves like a magician
thanos couldn’t k!ll my vision
sorry mama tell ’em blame it on your own religion
god gifted, god giveth and god taketh
return the favor so i’m giving my god patients
in other words i’m testing god’s patience
how many dead mcs until they making john famous
john stamos at a full house turning up
labels never hit me back, guess they didn’t learn enough
y’all know the message, “you live and you learn”
give and you earn, guess a couple bridges get burned
your permission is permitted when my vision is earned
i admit that i been lifted like i’m giving the word
i admit that i’ve been living litt, you pretty absurd
i admit that i’m what listeners and critics prefer
got that overwatch ranks on my wrist, diamonds
hit me online, go see if i’m lying
i been reclining, been that way for a second
but now i got what everyone expecting
check it

[chorus: tr3 and spazzmodius]
a long time since i lost my mind
been quite a while since i lost my grind
now everybody wanna f+ck with the bad ones
got a problem? never had one, tell me
which one of y’all wanna rough with the bad ones?
now who wanna f+ck with the bad ones
which one of y’all wanna rough with the bad ones?
a long time since i lost my mind
been quite a while since i lost my grind
now everybody wanna f+ck with the bad ones
got a problem? never had one, tell me
now who wanna f+ck with the bad ones
which one of y’all wanna rough with the bad ones?
now who wanna f+ck with the bad ones
which one of y’all wanna rough with the bad ones?

[verse 2]
eighteen years, eighteen years
got one year left to hurry and deflate these fears
pass all my predecessors who said that my dream was far fetched
being honest, i’m aiming for none less
oh you said you was the kid? you lost me
every time i’m in my bag i bet there’s autopsies to re identify the corpse and see if the heartbeats
i can do it acapella don’t alarm me
never got a shot so i called myself harambe (rest in peace harambe)
and actions speak louder than words verbs and syllables
any biblical references typical when connecting lyrical miracle at the pinnacle of success
and any additional revenues well expected
been a minute since i’ve been respected
but i’m a choker, meaning i got next kid
exit

- john tr3 pritchett lyrics

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