Badly

She ain't famous but her ass is She try to tell me she don't practice But I busted quick as f*ck Don't care how long it lasted I'm in and I'm out, what you about? Chill with the tactics Nah I don't do this shit for clout F*ck social media, nah I don't post no status You really got caught up in your ways, that's tragic They haven't heard from me in years, no this is Patrick They ask me how I do it, I say exactly Revolutionize the game like I am Magic I beat up on the beat like I am Bobby Lashley I been through too much, so go shake that taffy I'm feeling more than good, I'm acting badly I'm acting badly I'm feeling more than good, I'm acting badly I'm acting badly I'm feeling more than good Couple racks in my pocket when I see the plug Remember the days when I'd trip over dubs Remember the nights when I ran from the feds Remember professors who told me I'd flunk But I made it out I won't make amends, I'ma make amounts You wouldn't tell me that you loved me then But I know if you'd see me, you'd try to say it now I got nothing for it She laugh like she ain't ever hit a blunt before We all got problems, what you running for? Are you running from it, or are you running forward? I'm outta there, I'm gone I never belonged I don't hear a sound I knew this all along Look me in my eyes and tell me different Call me crazy just because I have a vision People hated me before they ever listened So don't mind me if I'm being dismissive Nobody even really knows what happened Take a look at everything that I have crafted Every single second concentrated into passion Feeling more than good, but I'm acting badly I'm acting badly I'm feeling more than good, I'm acting badly I'm acting badly I'm feeling more than good Blunt Stockton, hall of fame dimer Blunt de la Rocha, hall of fame rhymer Blunt Mescudi, hall of fame climber Blunt Bonacci, hall of fame shiner They don't even know what the f*ck that means Used to roll up the blunts in the back seat Reminiscing, I'm moving at half speed But you motherfuckers cannot catch me Almost feels like I just saw you last week No, not too far, maybe a tad deep Hussle Westbrook I'm stuffing the stat sheet It's been a minute since I was an athlete Slow motion memories Blow smoke for my enemies Turn my soul into melodies The reaper and me had some great conversation We went our separate ways then Supreme, the ephemeral wayman I reside on Planet Nine I took the leap, I landed fine Step into my manic mind I learned that heaven is within us Autotune the voices in my head They're tryna to poison us with lead F*ck up our choices, wind up dead We can't avoid what is ahead Just trying to get there so I can be happy But I'm feeling more than good I'm acting badly I'm acting badly I'm feeling more than good, I'm acting badly I'm acting badly I'm feeling more than good I'm acting badly I'm feeling more than good, I'm acting badly I'm acting badly I'm feeling more than good