The Bad Guy

You kno it dark and hell is hot Alot of people been talking down on the wave Like they dont know whats going on but we here You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers And say thats the bad guy It's winter time in my city I'm in a Moncler Designer pain, you can feel it through these denim tears But I'm still Gucci, dawg Had to turn my pain to art I swear the way these niggas' cross me made me Chrome Heart And that's a Fendi, dawg Tell me why they're all jealous Is it these Prada's that I'm steppin' or these Margiela's I'm a saint I kept it solid, true to my religion I see murder, no limits, my Loboutin's Christian I ran it up and now I'm back up inside, yeah Now I'm put up, for all the times they told me that I wasn't good enough I'm turnin' up Catch me if you can when I'm Bippin' in that truck Back up inside, yeah And now I'm back , they tried to count me out But now the city on my back And that's a fact for you niggas' stealing flows Best believe you gettin' taxed You're all a bunch of fucking assholes You know why You don't have the guts to be what you wanna' be I ran it up for them sleepless nights, I was dead broke Tossing and turning, stomach touching, wishing I was on I ain't had nothin' but my dick and a pair of drawers Still was fucking baddies on the mattress on the floor Money don't make me, I make money and it work for me I told my manager at work one day he'd work for me I told that nigga in five years just go and search for me Now my billboards on Times Square I guess it worked for me I put the work in now I'm back up inside, yeah Now I'm put up, For all the times they told me that I wasn't good enough I'm turnin' up Catch me if you can when I'm Bippin' in that truck Back up inside, yeah And now I'm back They tried to count me out but now the city on my back And that's a fact For you niggas' stealing flows Best believe you gettin' taxed So say goodnight to the bad guy Because this is the last time you're gonna see a bad guy like this again