It Ain't Good

[Verse 1: Shade Sheist] Ok I know it's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a funky beat to rep to Without some real rhymes to relate to Yeah I heard the radio, I turned it on I was stressed too They said I had to be more conscious Otherwise the smarter people wouldn't watch this I remember when khakis was the outfit Now these niggas wearing blouses and skirts up on they boxers Everybody hard (man they so hard) Flossin all that money up on IG but got rental cars Can't even pay to make a decent album But they can fake that funk and swear that people care about em Well the golden era's over (it's over) Now Eazy rolling in his grave and Pac's body got colder And I ain't saying you should But somebody gotta hit these niggas up and tell em that it ain't good [Hook: Shade Sheist] Cause when I turn on my radio player it ain't good On the tv watching all this "Love & Hip Hop" shit it ain't good I'm liable to go outta my mind, that ain't good Nigga it ain't good [Verse 2: Shade Sheist] She said damn motherfucker you been gone for a minute I said chill girl it's been a little while I been letting niggas marinate they garbage so that I ain't gotta smell it when I come back to the steal the whole crowd She said wow And it's reactions like that that really let me know that I've been missed, It's like the industry's pissed That I would even have the nerve to leave em stuck with this shit, Well now I'm back and it goes like this First off suckas you don't run the West, you running your mouth I mean I listened to your shit I'm only hearing the South Homie that's weak, now get a sneak-peek Of some real West Coast shit And nigga don't blink, don't sink don't plummet Don't lie and say you love it Give these motherfuckers false hope to make more of it You can shove it up your ass, put that shit up in the past And on my hood I'ma die before I let another weak bitch think it's all good