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down bad - uncle murda lyrics

[introduction]
i was down bad
i was f*cked up, i was hurting
n*ggas ain’t know it tho’
still made it look good
watching n*ggas turn*up
i was stressed out i ain’t show it tho’
i was staying at ah chick crib
she went through my phone, saw text messages now the b*tch wanna kick me out
back in the trap wit it
wit da gang
juug’n and finessing some sh*t i gotta figure out

[hook]
i was down bad
i was f*cked up, i was hurting
n*ggas ain’t know it tho’ (the way i move, you couldn’t tell!)
still made it look good
watching n*ggas turn*up
i was stressed out i ain’t show it joe’ (head high, chin up n*gga!)
i was staying at ah chick crib
she went through my phone, saw text messages now the b*tch wanna kick me out (i un’know no keisha!)
back in the trap wit it
wit da gang
juug’n and finessing some sh*t i gotta figure out (ahh, godd*mn!)
[verse]
i was acting like it’s all good (i was fronting!)
but it wasn’t all good
n*ggas ain’t know i was going thru’ some sh*t (going thru’ it!)
all i had was ah hundred grams (dats it!)
way i put my drip together had n*ggas thinking i was moving bricks (dey’ thought i was ‘money making mitch’!)
wasn’t looking for ah hand*out
i ain’t never fixed my mouf’ to ask a n*gga ‘let me hol’ sum’n?’ (i ain’t never ask n0body for sh*t!)
i know n*ggas got it, i coulda got it but i un’want n*ggas running round’ feeling like i owe em nuttin’ (i gotta a lotta pride!)
i rather starve first
if i think ya got it and ya say ya don’t, i’m ah feel a way (how you expect me to feel!?)
i ain’t talking bout my main*n*ggas (not dem!)
talking bout dem other n*ggas dat be around but really in da way
now you looking like food n*gga (grrr!)
have me waiting by ya crib, stick out, wit ah hoodie on (yea, son live right dere’!)
cl!ck*clack*boom n*gga
i’m da reason n*gga’s don’t trust others n*gga’s wit hoodies on (godd*mn!)

[hook]
i was down bad
i was f*cked up, i was hurting
n*ggas ain’t know it tho’ (i was doing better than young joc’ tho!)
still made it look good
watching n*ggas turn*up
i was stressed out i ain’t show it joe’ (head high, chin up n*gga!)
i was staying at ah chick crib
she went through my phone, saw text messages now the b*tch wanna kick me out (i un’know why shortie texting my phone!)
back in the trap wit it
wit da gang
juug’n and finessing some sh*t i gotta figure out (haaa!, godd*mn!)
i was down bad
i was f*cked up, i was hurting
n*ggas ain’t know it tho’
i was down bad
i was f*cked up, i was hurting
n*ggas ain’t know it tho’

- uncle murda lyrics

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