Текст песни Bad Hands - The Emsee

Yeah, one, just keep it rolling like this
I think, I think I got something in my headlight

You're getting burned by the flame
If I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game, uh
I hope you're feeling the pain
'Cause if I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game, like

I hate when people go and put my genre in an age limit
Listen to my tape dawg, I amaze critics
I say the shit that makes you fucking go berserk
Every time I drop a verse dawg I know your stomach hurts
The butterflies are fucking losing it
Trying to digest this flow with no illusion in it
You LOL'd at the fact I chose to maneuver in this music biz as a career
What the fuck are you doing here?

Tell me something that you think will impress me
Tell me that you got a fucking cottage in Jet Ski
Tell me how you just went and achieved your dreams
When back in the day you was hating on my rhyming schemes
So share a meme thinking that it means something
But in reality it really means nothing

Don't feel bad, you ain't where you wanna be at
At least you're not trying to make it off rap
Somebody asked me if that meme offends me
I said nah but it's sad and unhealthy
Sad your life is so empty
You chose to tear others down to make yourself more proud

But don't sweat it, you're loud and clear
And those insecurities echo from over here
So, why you laughing in the mirror?
Know that things aren't as they appear
And I'm making it clear
You threw the gas on the flame
You met your match 'cause Matthew's passion remains
Look at the board, I still average the same
So fuck anything you have to say
Please have a nice day

You getting burnt by the flame
If I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game
I hope you're feeling the pain
'Cause if I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game
You threw the gas on the flame
Time passes but know that the passion remains
I hope you're feeling the pain
'Cause if I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game

You ever get a couple bucks every couple of months
For some flows that you spit like ten years ago
You ever have Royce the 5'9 stop the show
Call you on the phone
Well that happened to me
Y'all were loving Wrecking Ball
Well, Stefan Macchio, the man who co-wrote it
Told me, "Move to the States, don't let your time waste"
"'Cause you're too talented to remain unnoticed"

I stayed at home in the years past
Those were paid but my mind always stayed on my craft
Lost my pops, a couple of dogs
And it soon became hard to form positive thoughts
Was literally lost
Fuck rap, this is real life
Go through it, understand what it feels like

So I get the apathy
Why relate when it's easier to laugh at me
But I've only done this passively
And get passive income from my tragedies
So if life has bad hands for me
I'll play that shit and slay that shit
Like

Only time I'll be done
When there's no breath in my lungs
If I'm alive, then it's a vibe
You only lose when you do not try
Please do not mind this track
It's not a flex I'm telling y'all I was depressed
I was a mess, how did I grass?
Album was done but who would invest?
Fucking excuse, I gotta move
Thought I was born another muse

Ernest Serea's my real new improve
And after I feed her I go in the booth
Turn on the beat and that's when I prove to y'all
Bad hands can't last forever
Just play those cards right
One day it will get better

You getting burnt by the flame
If I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game
I hope you're feeling the pain
'Cause if I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game
You threw the gas on the flame
But time passes but know that the passion remains
I hope you're feeling the pain
'Cause if I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game

Everybody in this house thinks that we need Emsee?
Okay, well, I wanna talk to him
Call him, call him on your phone right now