Bad Karma

All I ever did was trust my faith
 Then I lost it all just to gain it back
 Lost my love, my hope painted it black
 That was my biggest sin and I still get flashbacks
 'Cause I was not myself, unable to fix it all
 Gave away a part of me, made myself so small
 Realized that's not what I want
 Making you uncomfortable is not what haunts me anymore
 Watch me not dim my shine
 So bright all the insecurity's burnin' down
 I know it's hard sometimes
 Keep goin', not givin' your demons a safe space or a home anymore
 Yeah (gang, gang)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 North side in this bitch
 It's fuckin' North
 You know I had to pump my shit too? (Had to pump my shit)
 You know I had to pump my shit too? (Woah)
 'Course we got Tennessee in this bitch too (Of course)
 (Let's go, let's go)
 I got an AP, my brother, got him a Patek
 And I copped diffеrent Rolies for all of my friends
 Spеndin' my money as fast as I'm gettin' it back
 Hide your kids, hide your wife, we come to collect
 Reppin' the set, live and direct
 The demons are out, we put 'em on wax
 I see what y'all been doin', man, we follow the tracks
 My momma a bear, her son out the trap
 The game in my palm, ain't breakin' a sweat
 Hide the scars with tats I got on my flesh
 Take y'all out, stop runnin' your mouth (stop runnin')
 Ask around, the streets will vouch
 My name ring bells, my bros bring hell (hell)
 Thirty deep like Adele
 I lost a homie to the streets
 Still ain't never called police
 Man, we handle it ourselves
 I lost a homie to the drugs
 Still ain't snitched on no one
 Still called nobody for help
 Ain't got a dad, I got my mama
 The ones who do not fuck with us got bad karma
 Today you got away, but at least we got your partner
 Been so much up in the streets, karma on the way
 Bad bitch in my hotel, I nutted in her face
 Put a bitch out, go separate ways
 I'm from the projects, I come out the lane
 Don't fuck with them, nigga, what's hittin' my face?
 I don't fuck with the laws, man, I'm tired of this case, bitch
 Smokin' on opps, I ain't smokin' on gas
 He tried to run, we gon' get on his ass
 Oh, silly-ass nigga, you play with that bag
 I'm comin' to kill, put your ass in the back
 Pop me a Perc, man, I throw me a four
 What you gon' do when that money get low?
 You know how I'm comin', I'm kickin' the door
 This ice on a nigga, I'm colder than snow
 They need money, who you think they call on, me?
 Niggas fake, but I was blinded, couldn't see
 Rollin' loud, was in New York, my momma see me on TV
 They be speakin' on a kid, but bitch, I made it off the streets
 I lost a homie to the streets
 Still ain't never called police
 Man, we handle it ourselves
 I lost a homie to the drugs
 Still ain't snitched on no one
 Still called nobody for help
 Ain't got a dad, I got my mama
 The ones who do not fuck with us got bad karma
 Today you got away, but at least we got your partner