"Bando Embassy" lyrics
I reckon I'm my own worst enemy
Real bad boy, all the hood chicks remember me
School days, I was posted on the frontline
BK station, right by the Kennedy
When I was seventeen but I felt about seventy
Countless of times I put my life in jeopardy
And they wanna know why the streets really mess with me
Ask all the real bad boys who done seg with me
Ask all of my real friends who broke bread with me
Barricade the door, that's a bando tenancy
Bando embassy, real rap therapy
Ding-dong whips, no plates on the Beverley
Still BK till the death of me
My friend killed my friend, I can't trust nobody
So fuck it, don't check for me unless you've got a cheque for me
I said don't check for me unless you've got a cheque for me
I've got all this heroin on my fabric
Keep a magazine for the madness
And a magazine for the court cell
Cah sometimes it gets tragic
Free all my bruddas on the landing
Especially my bruddas who ain't landing
I've got plans and they're elaborate
I'm tryna take this across the atlas
Shit, I used to sleep on the mattress
Till you do more and you chat less
Remember I never used to have an address
I was just keeping up with badness
I've got it in my pocket, easy access
I said I've got it in my pocket, easy access
Don't make me whip it out
Yeah I remember your face, I swear I kicked it out
And I fucked your girl but never licked her out
Where I'm from they beat corn where there's kids about
And these new school G's steady chasing clout
And the rap game's fucked cah lame's in style
Then I think about Muni, I've gotta do this for my bruddas
Cah years behind the door couldn't break his smile
"Potter when you coming home? It's been ages now"
I told 'em "soon come", I've been living gruesome
I showed everybody love, shit I must be due some
Probably curve your baby mother quick on a rude one
I said I showed everybody love, shit I must be due some
Probably curve your baby mother quick on a rude one
Real bad boy, all the hood chicks remember me
School days, I was posted on the frontline
BK station, right by the Kennedy
When I was seventeen but I felt about seventy
Countless of times I put my life in jeopardy
And they wanna know why the streets really mess with me
Ask all the real bad boys who done seg with me
Ask all of my real friends who broke bread with me
Barricade the door, that's a bando tenancy
Bando embassy, real rap therapy
Ding-dong whips, no plates on the Beverley
Still BK till the death of me
My friend killed my friend, I can't trust nobody
So fuck it, don't check for me unless you've got a cheque for me
I said don't check for me unless you've got a cheque for me
I've got all this heroin on my fabric
Keep a magazine for the madness
And a magazine for the court cell
Cah sometimes it gets tragic
Free all my bruddas on the landing
Especially my bruddas who ain't landing
I've got plans and they're elaborate
I'm tryna take this across the atlas
Shit, I used to sleep on the mattress
Till you do more and you chat less
Remember I never used to have an address
I was just keeping up with badness
I've got it in my pocket, easy access
I said I've got it in my pocket, easy access
Don't make me whip it out
Yeah I remember your face, I swear I kicked it out
And I fucked your girl but never licked her out
Where I'm from they beat corn where there's kids about
And these new school G's steady chasing clout
And the rap game's fucked cah lame's in style
Then I think about Muni, I've gotta do this for my bruddas
Cah years behind the door couldn't break his smile
"Potter when you coming home? It's been ages now"
I told 'em "soon come", I've been living gruesome
I showed everybody love, shit I must be due some
Probably curve your baby mother quick on a rude one
I said I showed everybody love, shit I must be due some
Probably curve your baby mother quick on a rude one
