Down Bad (Interlude) Lyrics

I see, both sides of my family

And get to understand

How I became, a whole island

Within a man

How I became

Somebody you cannot stand

Success is just another thing

I never had to plan...

Trying to hit my peak

Well before I hit my thirties

Trying to hit retirement

A day before it's early

Trying to make moves

But who's dealing with the baggage

Four years later

And you're dealing with a savage

I got 21 days

Til I lockdown dates

I got 21 day

Before I fill my nigga's plates

It's been 21 days

Since a nigga said grace

And if I ever have to plan it

It's gotta be in my space

Me and all my niggas,

Self-worth on Ka Tura Dog

We the mob, we don't need a boss

We just niggas with day jobs

Pay stubs, more loss

It came at a great cost

Put it up in reverse, then we work

With the pay out

I put a lot of a time into

Becoming a great one

I put a lot a time into

Ensuring I stay fun

I put a lot of time into

Ensuring I make funds

I put a lot of time into

The time that I roll blunts

I put a lot of time into

The master of my craft

Had to make a path

Have to channel Jackson when I'm bad

Juggle this and that

Then I got to put my team up on the map

I hope you're keeping score

Never really been too good at math

Had to make a couple promises

For the opulence

Had to make a couple promises

On confidence

Had to make a couple promises

Under providence

Had to make a couple promises

To build a monument

Had to shake this shit up

Fruits of my labor

I'm making smoothies

For the groupies

Fruits of my labor, I mean

I know the music juicy

Reap what I sow

Even when everybody use me

And if I die before

This album drops

I hope you love me all

Enough to try and give a shot

To all my music, and my spirit

Cause it meant a lot

For me to make this music

So I gave it what I got

Mind, soul and body

Everything I put up on the line

Gave it all my time

Just to get me mines

Dug deep

Looking for gold up in my soul

Had to do a lot of things

To turn this house into home

Jeez Louis, please

Pardon my ease

For every verse that I will write

Is just practice for what I preach

Schooling all these niggas

Is something I cannot teach

Cold flows every time I spit fire

A nigga freeze