"Bad Day" lyrics

Where the fuck that lighter at?
Right here (Yeah, yeah)
You ready? (Ceg-ball trippin' on this one)
Come on, nigga

Alright let's do it (Alright let's do it), we gettin' paid like Baby and 'em (We gettin' paid like Baby and 'em)
Niggas be thinkin' the drugs be havin' me trippin', that's really what's savin' them (Nah, that's really what's savin' them)
Gon' be a bad day somebody spill my cup, I don't wanna get out of my element (I don't wanna get out of my character)
Bitches be thinkin' a nigga be dumb, why is this bitch tryin' to tell me she celibate? (Why is this bitch tryin' to say that shit? Huh)
All of that rap cap shit be irrelevant, I don't be makin' up shit in my songs (I don't be makin' up shit in my songs)
And I can name a few niggas I'm better than
Cash said, "Keep on goin', this rap shit easy" (Moe said, "Keep on goin'"), I'm puttin' the game in a choke (Keep on goin')
Bitches keep askin' me why I ain't broke (Bitches keep askin' me why I ain't broke)
Yeah, fly as hell, I just wear Rick Owen jeans and a dirty-ass Carhartt coat (Come on)

This my last day sippin' the drank, it be a minute, I quit on the Percs (It be a minute, I quit on the Percs)
I had to stay down and wait my time, it was a minute 'fore I came in first (It was a minute 'fore I came in first)
He need a feature, I need five thousand 'fore next summer, it's ten for a verse (Before next summer)
They always told me to kill 'em with kindness, nowadays I like to hit where it hurt (Nowadays, huh, huh)
I'm goin' up, niggas ain't stoppin' this shit
Humble but lately I'm poppin' this shit (Humble but lately I'm poppin' my shit)
Nigga, I'm doin' this shit for the fam, doin' this shit for my daughter and shit (Doin' this shit for my youngin)
I'm gettin' my life back in place, tryna get it in order and shit (Nah, come on)
I'ma get everything I ever wanted, I'm makin' enough to buy all of that shit (I'm makin' enough to buy all of that shit)
I can't go back

Alright let's do it, we gettin' paid like Baby and 'em (We gettin' paid like Baby and 'em)
Niggas be thinkin' the drugs be havin' me trippin', that's really what's savin' them (That's really what's savin' them)
Gon' be a bad day somebody spill my cup, I don't wanna get out of my element (I don't wanna get out of my character)
Bitches be thinkin' a nigga be dumb, why is this bitch tryin' to tell me she celibate? (Why is this bitch tryin' to say that shit? Huh)
All of that rap cap shit be irrelevant, I don't be makin' up shit in my songs (I don't be makin' up shit in my songs)
And I can name a few niggas I'm better than
Cash said, "Keep on goin', this rap shit easy" (Moe said, "Keep on goin'"), I'm puttin' the game in a choke
Bitches keep askin' me why I ain't broke (Bitches keep askin' me why I ain't broke)
Yeah, fly as hell, I just wear Rick Owen jeans and a dirty-ass Carhartt coat (Come on)