Bad News Barnes

Word to Jimmy, he the remedy to rap Flow so butter but he sting like a beehive Knee high cowboy boots Hat to match Button ups tucked into them Levis Arrived in the game like "Fee, Fie" Cool as they came like Kane to a Kool and the Gang A Blues Brother stuck in his ways but stayed true to his color Since bitches was in love with his waves he had a fresh fade Now they rubbing the braids Trying to figure what was going on up in his brain He told em (bad news) Yeah, you don't wanna know It's a long ride downhill filled with some (bad news) And that's why I write rhymes, the shit I could skip to To get through the (bad) Like bad dudes with pistols And issues involving missiles that may miss their target and hit you Sending you to war To fence through the gore To come back with nothing but a gun and a numb heart to show for What do we go for? My mama ain't trying to hear no more (bad news) Plus it's so much drama in my grandmama's day anyway If I wanna get a gun and start shooting for fun My target would be somebody with funds now wouldn't that be (bad news) if it was you But they wouldn't give a flying fuck if it was Blu Cause he black and he never paid a tax Or his tickets It don't matter if you got dope rims, nigga Get a life 'fore you get a mic And get real 'fore you get killed Cause if you're living like a slob at your mom's and you're like 25 No job and you're trying to get a deal Most likely when you get one all you're about to do is kick dumb shit to young kids about how Rims make the world go round And how hoes are your homegirls now And if you ask me that shit's done So go drown with that (bad news) But as far as the dudes who keep it true No matter what they lose Or the loot they could get if they switched, they spit truth I owe my accomplishments to you (I'm gonna do it for ya) Yeah, you can pitch that baton to Blu I'mma spit that blind in the booth I promise I'm not modest but I'm just honest