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letra de down bad - uncle murda

[introduction]
i was down bad
i was f-cked up, i was hurting
n-ggas ain’t know it tho’
still made it look good
watching n-ggas turn-up
i was stressed out i ain’t show it tho’
i was staying at ah chick crib
she went through my phone, saw text messages now the b-tch wanna kick me out
back in the trap wit it
wit da gang
juug’n and finessing some sh-t i gotta figure out

[hook]
i was down bad
i was f-cked up, i was hurting
n-ggas ain’t know it tho’ (the way i move, you couldn’t tell!)
still made it look good
watching n-ggas turn-up
i was stressed out i ain’t show it joe’ (head high, chin up n-gga!)
i was staying at ah chick crib
she went through my phone, saw text messages now the b-tch wanna kick me out (i un’know no keisha!)
back in the trap wit it
wit da gang
juug’n and finessing some sh-t i gotta figure out (ahh, godd-mn!)
[verse]
i was acting like it’s all good (i was fronting!)
but it wasn’t all good
n-ggas ain’t know i was going thru’ some sh-t (going thru’ it!)
all i had was ah hundred grams (dats it!)
way i put my drip together had n-ggas thinking i was moving bricks (dey’ thought i was ‘money making mitch’!)
wasn’t looking for ah hand-out
i ain’t never fixed my mouf’ to ask a n-gga ‘let me hol’ sum’n?’ (i ain’t never ask n0body for sh-t!)
i know n-ggas got it, i coulda got it but i un’want n-ggas running round’ feeling like i owe em nuttin’ (i gotta a lotta pride!)
i rather starve first
if i think ya got it and ya say ya don’t, i’m ah feel a way (how you expect me to feel!?)
i ain’t talking bout my main-n-ggas (not dem!)
talking bout dem other n-ggas dat be around but really in da way
now you looking like food n-gga (grrr!)
have me waiting by ya crib, stick out, wit ah hoodie on (yea, son live right dere’!)
cl!ck-clack-boom n-gga
i’m da reason n-gga’s don’t trust others n-gga’s wit hoodies on (godd-mn!)

[hook]
i was down bad
i was f-cked up, i was hurting
n-ggas ain’t know it tho’ (i was doing better than young joc’ tho!)
still made it look good
watching n-ggas turn-up
i was stressed out i ain’t show it joe’ (head high, chin up n-gga!)
i was staying at ah chick crib
she went through my phone, saw text messages now the b-tch wanna kick me out (i un’know why shortie texting my phone!)
back in the trap wit it
wit da gang
juug’n and finessing some sh-t i gotta figure out (haaa!, godd-mn!)
i was down bad
i was f-cked up, i was hurting
n-ggas ain’t know it tho’
i was down bad
i was f-cked up, i was hurting
n-ggas ain’t know it tho’

- uncle murda

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