Leviticuss, Durand - Bad News Lyrics

Don't breathe in the mess when you're reading the press and be like me feeling weak and depressed
All the way down to your feet like a dress be a beast or the best not the least or the less
Start beating the rest while beating your chest, wondering what is still keeping him stressed
Not eating the best, pot reeks on his breath, God please stop me got ski on the desk
Got beef copy no reason to flex don't leech on my neck don't preach I'ma wreck
I don't need to geek with the guest when I feast with the best from the east to the west
I get myself in trouble when I peek at her breast looking fleek in the vest as I'm treating her less
On a streak cause I'm blessed I don't need to impress, yes I'm feeling rich I got the keys to the chest like (Woo!)
Got zest on the beat telling it to go to sleep and leave it resting in peace
All black little white like I'm dressed like a priest won't confess I'ma thief not unless I'ma keep
It's the other way around like arresting police get down on the ground or unless in the streets
Pop pop pa what I'm destin' to see only guess to believe is what a mess it will leave like (Uhh!)
Learn a lesson at least a stoner wreaking havoc obsessed with the kief
Still broke from the smoke in the chest from the trees oh no here I go again I'm stressed on the leaf
Got big shoes to fill like shrek in the feet almost feels I haven't even slept in a week
No wonder why they say I got turrets I'ma freak It's a hit to the lip another check to the cheek

Bad News

My mama just called me told me the sheriff was lookin' for me he came by tryna deliver some bad news
He said I'ma bad dude cause I ain't been paying child support and it's got all my baby mamas in bad moods
So when you hear this I'll prolly already be in prison
Chillin' with murderers and rapists as if I'm some kinda villain
Maybe I should stop bein' so positive and go back to selling hard work to make a livin'
At least give 'em a real reason to take me away from my children
If anybody ever touch 'em in the wrong way I'ma kill them
These mother fuckers always wanna try to pull me down while I'm buildin'
They don't you to chase a dream they want you workin' a 9 to 5 or 5 to 1 it's kinda dumb better believe they gon' Hunt you down if you try to run don't wanna be a slave till my time is done
My kids deserve more than a section 8
Some shit better pop off soon in a hectic way
We're so sick of comin in second place
Maybe I shoulda never expected fame cause
All the Fake niggas winnin'
All the real niggas losin'
Man this shit is so confusin'
Wish it was an illusion
They wanna make it so hard to keep movin'
I'm been screaming Fuck the industry and all these entities tryna get into me you dont belong in the vicinity of my Facility even though they say they ain't feelin' me all of my enemies prolly wish they had my ability
I hope for the best expect the worst cause I don't wanna be depressed and hurt
I really feel like I've been hex and cursed cause
Bad news is all I ever get
And nothing will change 'till I Rest in dirt