Текст песни Down Bad - Uncle Murda

Great John on the beat by the way

I was down bad
I was fucked up, I was hurt and niggas ain't know it though
Still made it look good
Watchin' niggas turn up, I was stressed out, I ain't show it though
I was stayin' at a chick crib
She went through my phone, saw text
Messages, now the bitch wanna kick me out
Back in the trap with it
With the gang, juggin' and finessin', some shit I gotta figure out
I was down bad
I was fucked up, I was hurt and niggas ain't know it though
(The way I move, you couldn't tell)
Still made it look good
Watchin' niggas turn up, I was stressed out, I ain't show it though
(Head high, chin up, nigga)
I was stayin' at a chick crib
She went through my phone, saw text
Messages, now the bitch wanna kick me out
(I don't know no Keisha)
Back in the trap with it
With the gang, juggin' and finessin', some shit I gotta figure out
(Ah, goddamn)

I was actin' like it's all good (I was tryin')
But it wasn't all good, niggas ain't
Know I was goin' through some shit
(We was goin' through it)
All I had was a hundred grams (That's it)
Way I put my drip together had niggas thinkin' I was movin' bricks
(They thought I was playin' the naked man)
Wasn't lookin' for a handout (Uh-uh)
I ain't never fish 'em out to ask a nigga, "Let me hold somethin'"
(I ain't never ask nobody for shit)
I know niggas got it, I could've got it
But I don't want niggas runnin' 'round feelin' like I owe 'em nothin'
(I got a lot of pride)
I'd rather starve first (Uh-huh)
If I think you got it and you say you don't, I'ma feel a way
(How you expect me to feel?)
I ain't talkin' 'bout my main niggas (Not them)
Talkin' 'bout them other niggas that be
Around but really in the way (Ha, ha)
Now you lookin' like a fool, nigga (Grr)
Had me waitin' by the crib, stick out with a hoodie on
(Yeah, Son live right there)
Click-clack, boom, nigga (Boom, nigga)
I'm the reason niggas don't trust
Other niggas with hoodies on (Goddamn)

I was down bad
I was fucked up, I was hurt and niggas ain't know it though
(I was doin' better than Young Joc though)
Still made it look good
Watchin' niggas turn up, I was stressed out, I ain't show it though
(Head high, chin up, nigga)
I was stayin' at a chick crib
She went through my phone, saw text
Messages, now the bitch wanna kick me out
(I don't know why shorty textin' my phone)
Back in the trap with it
With the gang, juggin' and finessin', some shit I gotta figure out
(Ha, goddamn)
I was down bad
I was fucked up, I was hurt and niggas ain't know it though
I was down bad
I was fucked up, I was hurt and niggas ain't know it though