Bad Habits Lyrics

I'm a rapper from the southwest

Understand the dialect

I'm rapping till my lungs rupture out of my chest

New J's after payday with 0's behind the checks

So much damn dough that I stumble up on the next knot

Let the bread drop

Then stock up the next notch

Damn bitch I'll battle for the next spot fuck a red stop

Sign, better sign me up instead till my bones break

I've raised steaks, and cups full of change

And up till this day

It's been money over fame

And up till this day

It's been money over lames

And up till this day

It's been money over everything

Man I'll even take it to the grave

We vandalizing bus signs at 9:05

And fuck it if your mad in your 9 to 5

And fuck 12 if we're ever hit with a fine

Cause I'm reppin SB till the day that I die

There's graffiti on the walls of the skate park

Ya think we won't spray a train if the gates locked

Well your wrong but if we're caught and the cops yell Gottem

And we run into a dead end and we've hit rock bottom

I'll be locked up with my brothers

And keep each other cover

We've got bad habits

We got buzz-like bad static

Got that boom-bap rap magic

Motherfucker

Yall dumb dumb and dumber

Im runnin up these numbers

My flows so sick, don't catch yourself a cold

My blink spit like lisp when that muthafucka blow

Achooo like runny nose

I guess I'm on the go

I'm overtaking Philly, where the hell is my throne?

Fuck if you believed in me or not

Fuck if I got writers block

I'll sit down here and jot

Everything thats on my mind

Time is money so I'm always on my grind

Even if it tears me down from the inside

I know that I'm in right

Yeah I'm inclined for success

Spend more and stress less

10k just for Versache and I still got money left

Spread my message behind bars and I don't lament it

So ima let the chains that hold me have a pendant

I'll serve my sentence