Real Yoits - MY BAD Lyrics

That's my bad
Woo
Sorry, you is the person I'm bouta pass
That's my bad woah
I was, made for the game so I had it in the bag
Ay Yeah
I was working while they laughed
Making it so they couldn't call me trash
Hearing this track
You can't talk back
I'm going too fast
Oh wait, that's my bad

40 plus graves in my backyard
I can kill a beat and it ain't gon' be too hard
The beat don't carry me
I carry the beat cause I'm the star
No remarks
I be making records now
People tryna take me down
You stepping on my name
I'll step on your grave six feet down
Wow
Ain't astound?
I can get some bars a fill a couple rounds
Doubt
Watch your mouth
Who you finna doubt?
I don't back out
Gonna get a crowd
Singing my sound
Gotta be proud
We bouta bounce
Now sing it out loud

That's my bad
Woah
Sorry, you is the person I'm bouta pass
That's my bad woah
I was, made for the game so I had it in the bag
Ay
Yeah
I was working while they laughed
Making it so they couldn't call me trash
Hearing this track
You can't talk back
I'm going too fast
Oh wait, that's my bad

Whoo
(WHOO)
Sorry, you is the person I'm bouta pass
That's my bad woah, whoo
I was, made for the game so I had it in the bag
Ay
Yeah
I was working while they laughed
Making it so they couldn't call me trash
Hearing this track
You can't talk back
I'm going too fast
Oh wait, that's my bad

Bad, bad

Before you open up your mouth why don't you think about it?
You've been working hard or harder than me I doubt it
I've been working for years I don't need your allowance
You can come at me but know that my feet are grounded
Hating on the internet
You ain't got no respect
If you don't say it to my face it's got no affect
Throw a punch I won't snap your neck
I'll just drop you and rap a song like this while your body's in the ground and it rests

What you got on me?
That's the thing
You ain't got nothing
Step to me
We can see
If I am bluffing
I got Names
Got a list
That I am crushing
I got goals
I got bars
Makin me something
Got God
Got the Bible
I got Jesus Christ
Take everything that I'm saying
Put it on my life
Ain't got God
What you doin isn't right
I kill demons
Stopping curses
Showing them the light

I'm like a clock
You tick me off
I'm counting down your minutes
I cannot stop
I know I got to do this, so I finish
I got it locked
I'm off the top
Don't need to write the lyrics
I might just pop
If it's a flop
Cause that could give me limits
Put dirt on my name and you'll end in a Coffin
You step in the game you causing a problem
I'm building my image no matter my the options
I'm making my history, foot on the gas, I'm not stopping
You know that we popping
You ain't got a clue of how many tracks I have been dropping
They say that I'm copying Nate and I'm copying Hopsin
Close your mouth and lock it

I got proof
Album five might just double deuce
It gets really quiet
When I walk up in the room
Cutting ties
I hate it when things are getting loose
I'm rappers kryptonite
So really, what they gonna do?
Independent
I ain't ever really need a crew
On my own
Six years look how I grew
We still going
And I know we cannot lose
We gonna make it
My bad, but we got to