Nycmanu - MY BAD

Yeah, I might've kissed that ho, yeah that's my bad
I smoked an 8th off your O, that ain't my bad
Whippin' while I'm drinkin', yeah that's my bad
But this brutal honesty, that ain't my bad

If Hitler wear Hermes and the devil wears Prada
Then Jesus wearing Louis and God wears Balenciaga
Livin' in the moment, don't be worried bout mañana
But you gotta look out, cause everybody want a dollar
Snake bitches got me trippin' like I'm Tame Impala
Crumble up that grabba bro, cause lately I've been stressin
Unpredictable flow, make my fans stay guessin'
Brand new bars and these girls be galore
I be walkin' round the club like Omari on Starz
Hop in that Ghost, watch me take a flight to Mars
Your shorty give me brain, I get the pack from Morocco
Yeah I'm feelin' like Dushane, R.I.P. Jamie
If you don't wanna end up like him, then bitch don't play me
Cause yeah you know I'm crazy and I've been pissed off lately
It's why I'm sittin' in the stew, reflectin' on my issues
Preachin' like a guru, I'm just hopin' this one gets through

Yeah, I might've kissed that ho, yeah that's my bad
I smoked a 8th off your O, that ain't my bad
Whippin' while I'm drinkin', yeah that's my bad
But this brutal honesty, that ain't my bad
Don't put no words in my mouth, ho don't mismatch
Talkin' all that shit gon' get yo shit snatched
First time in that pro stu feel like first class
With this flow that I be bringin', I feel unmatched

Yeah, I need a whole motherfuckin' week in the booth
I just need some time and space for me to express my truth
To be honest, yeah I might need two
So many ideas I've been spittin', why don't I just do
I've been stressin' out lately, I might need a masseuse
Or some time to chill and pour up some D'Usse
Just to sit down and talk, so tell me dawg
How you know that shorty from around the block
Let me tell you bout the days that she'll come over to my spot

Yeah, I might've fucked your ho, that ain't my bad
We smoked a 8th off your oat, that ain't my bad
Whippin' while I'm drinkin', yeah that's my bad
But this brutal honesty, that ain't my bad

Sometimes I be in bed just dreamin' bout the top
Nothing but drinkin', fuckin' smokin' all night nonstop
Yeah, this might be a lot
Cause she sayin' you're her pops
But she gon' be the one hittin' up my phone when this drops

Written by:
Manuel Castañeda, Pedro Braga

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