Bad Advice
M.M.M.F.D. Lyrics


Got a past so bad, I'm even scared to reminisce
Seeing them be criminals, just took away my innocence
I feel like I'm murderous, I breathe the same air as drug dealers and murderers
Bloody over our surfaces
Bodies & lives we sacrifice, cousins give me bad advice
"If these niggas threaten lives, you're allowed to grab a knife
You're allowed to stab a nigga hard enough to end his life
But if you're a p****, feed him to me, got an appetite"
Sadly if you wanna be respected in my city
Then you either gotta be a murderer or pretty
Ain't no room for being nice cause everybody here is damn cold
We break hearts without care, cause we're assholes
Man we're damn cold, hate fill our bodies
In the churchouse, there's another rape in the lobby
And I hate saying sorry for my city, but I'm traumatized
Fuck the world, but have the decency to condomise

I apologize, know my mamma raised me right
I was always taught although I'm dying, I could save a life
But instead of praying for a miracle to save your life
I play god, know it's wrong and I'll pay the price
Eve bit the apple, her successors biting niggas' hearts
Niggas bite my style, guess that they're a bitch at heart
You spit a bar directed at me, that ain't really smart
But I won't clap back, plus you'll never tear the kid apart
Satan muddies puddles cause he tryna make them seem deep
Imma drown anyway, imma let it repeat
You know imma end up in the hospital like, breathe deep
Blades always seemed to have their way, going skin deep
Family coming from a different country, but don't write back
When I told them granny has a week of her life left
So don't even tell me, for the family you break bones
When you're only coming to their aid at their gravestones

Since I was young, I put my faith in all the fantasy
Heaven was heavenly, devil neglected me
Now he's around me and I swear he's got respect for me
Cause since I was a youngin', all his demons been harassing me
Tell me that ain't begging for attention
Man my family told me praying to the Lord brings satisfaction
And I gotta sacrifice,
People sacrificed the life of an innocent lady begging for paradise

Nobody's a role model anymore
I yell as my whole body hit the floor
Aiming for a goal I can't even score
While i give my all, what they need is more

Nobody's a role model anymore
I yell as my whole body hit the floor
Aiming for a goal I can't even score
While i give my all, what they need is more


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Written by: Joshua George

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