Doin' Bad Lyrics by K-rino

Doin' Bad

[Verse 1:]Man I'm doin bad I'ma come real with itIt Ain't struggle that make a man, it's how the man deal with itLast days ya gotta recognize the negative ways and turn from 'emWe all make mistakes G but the key is to learn from 'emI've been blessed to come across a lil paperMade a lick and spent it quick then had lost a lil paperAppreciating what we got, we true hood scholarsThen sat in circles with my partners, pitching in change to scrape for 5 dollarsWhen ya leave home the world change all of a suddenFull grown you on ya own partner the world don't owe you nothinI'm in this hole duckin and dodging the grim reaperBut the more I try to dig my way out it's gettin deeperI'm doin bad baby[Chorus:]When everything around you is going wrongAnd hard times seems to last too longYour old school homeboys dead and goneThe game don't change keep pushing on[Verse 2:]I'm tryna show love but people take the bad and provokeIf I give this bum a dollar will he eat it or smoke it?Put speculation to th
e side and jus go out on a limbI'm visualizing myself one day being just like himSo I focus on my paper, Got a mission to riseTry to see life thru the eyes of the poor and despisedCause there my people man, I never turn my back on 'emTo my young hustlers walkin these cuts with crack on 'emIt's another way, I hope you're feelin ya brotherI know that cash be comin fast, but dog we killin each otherMaking bad moves trusting fools, caught up in crossesAnd you ain't different from the rest player, we all done took losesBetter shake it off, coz a real man would acceptResponsibility and play it with the hand he was dealtSee my shrink done even ran outta questions to askPlus I'm holdin family animosity from the past[Chorus:]When everything around you is going wrongAnd hard times seems to last too longYour old school homeboys dead and goneThe game don't change keep pushing on[Verse 3:]My paper playin out, really ain't too much in my stackIn a Lacc, clutchin a gat, my stomach touching my backTh
e world is testing me, but at the same time my girls stressin meMy actions be the reason why the man ain't blessin meShould I chase mine with skill or a gun on my waist line?And face time, these question go deep as a bass lineI'ma take it the whole nine, or catch a case tryinConfess my sins hoping that god will erase mineGotta raise ya game level when the trouble appearsI got partners I been hangin with for 15 yearsYeah I'm strong but I'm worn out and tired in the mindCause water drippin on a rock can wear it down over timeya feel me? I ain't a baller, I'm a child of the ditchBeing broke is a test, but money is a trial for the richAnd to the ones that past on, G'z we lost in the gameY'all come to life every time somebody mention ya name[Chorus:]When everything around you is going wrongAnd hard times seems to last too longYour old school homeboys dead and goneThe game don't change keep pushing on[Outro:]Throw 'em up for ya partner that done past awayThrow 'em up for that baby that was b
orn todayThrow 'em up if ya hustlin and making ya payThrow 'em up if ya feelin every word I say