Bradda G - Bad Days Lyrics

I had one of them bad days
No more money left from my last pay
My goal money left in my ashtray
It's hard to break past ways
Insane how we all on a cash craze
But morals be as weak as a glass vase
Born sinner
Use to only struggle for class grades
Now all a nigga want is a tax break
Keep goin in these circles like cascade
But stayin on my toes like ballet
Let Jesus take the wheel like he valet
Hallelujah

Shot like Kuzma
I'm bound to hit it if the timing's crucial
I like the pressure man that's all I'm used to
I been in last but I now I switched the gears
You feel my vibe soon as I hit ya ears
I love my peers but I want different peers
I had to change but that's just evolution
I found my purpose and I'll never lose it
People sayin that the end is near
So I'm gon ball until the end is here
You damn sure ain't gon get what's up for grabs if you don't spin the wheel
Been on real
Like a actor, but the shit is not a tale
Not a film, but just like a movie is just how it feel
Habanero, put me on a verse and that shit hot as hell
Alpha male, tryna make sure all my niggas got a meal
All this dope that I got for sale
I wanna move it to a bigger scale
The flow is water need a bigger bail
I'm goin harder than escaping jail
Yea it's ya Bradda, you gon know me well
To get that M, I to take some L's
Y'all on the net but never in the field and my niggas moving like they navy seal

I had one of them bad days
No more money left from my last pay
My goal money left in my ashtray
It's hard to break past ways
Insane how we all on a cash craze
But morales be as weak as a glass vase
Born sinner
Use to only struggle for class grades
Now all a nigga want is a tax break
Keep goin in these circles like cascade
But stayin on my toes like ballet
Let Jesus take the wheel like he valet
Hallelujah

In future, I'll have that green like my name Lex Luther
My name gone ring like ya morning snooze push
You poppin beans and niggas feens but shit it's all for good looks
And niggas scream just anything and think it's all a good hook
Done copped supreme and think he clean
He start to show off, hit the scene
He just got paid, he got some green
But he ain't he know, the opps had seen
And now they be, where he gon be
He might get there, but he won't leave
Without his pockets gettin leaned
Them boys been plotting on his things
And now ya pride is tried
They did it all while you on IG live
There goes yo image if you let it slide
Now you got visions of a homicide
And you got niggas that's gon ride if that's what you decide
They can run but never hide
Destructive cycles, doing actions that ain't nothing like you
Just for you to make the public like you
This how yo story sound, best change the plot before you in the ground
Life's a bitch you better keep her happy and stop f*ckin round

I had one of them bad days
No more money left from my last pay
My goal money left in my ashtray
It's hard to break past ways
Insane how we all on a cash craze
But morales be as weak as a glass vase
Born sinner
Use to only struggle for class grades
Now all a nigga want is a tax break
Keep goin in these circles like cascade
But stayin on my toes like ballet
Let Jesus take the wheel like he valet
Hallelujah