Down Bad lyrics

[Introduction]
I was down bad
I was f*cked up, I was hurting
n*ggas ain't know it tho'
Still made it look good
Watching n*ggas turn-up
I was stressed out I ain't show it tho'
I was staying at ah chick crib
She went through my phone, saw text messages now the b*tch wanna kick me out
Back in the trap wit it
Wit da gang
Juug'n and finessing some sh*t I gotta figure out

[Hook]
I was down bad
I was f*cked up, I was hurting
n*ggas ain't know it tho' (the way I move, you couldn't tell!)
Still made it look good
Watching n*ggas turn-up
I was stressed out I ain't show it joe' (head high, chin up n*gga!)
I was staying at ah chick crib
She went through my phone, saw text messages now the b*tch wanna kick me out (I un'know no Keisha!)
Back in the trap wit it
Wit da gang
Juug'n and finessing some sh*t I gotta figure out (ahh, goddamn!)
[Verse]
I was acting like it's all good (I was fronting!)
But it wasn't all good
n*ggas ain't know I was going thru' some sh*t (going thru' it!)
All I had was ah hundred grams (dats it!)
Way I put my drip together had n*ggas thinking I was moving bricks (dey' thought I was 'Money Making Mitch'!)
Wasn't looking for ah hand-out
I ain't never fixed my mouf' to ask a n*gga 'let me hol' sum'n?' (I ain't never ask nobody for sh*t!)
I know n*ggas got it, I coulda got it but I un'want n*ggas running round' feeling like I owe em nuttin' (I gotta a lotta pride!)
I rather starve first
If I think ya got it and ya say ya don't, I'm ah feel a way (how you expect me to feel!?)
I ain't talking bout my main-n*ggas (not dem!)
Talking bout dem other n*ggas dat be around but really in da way
Now you looking like food n*gga (grrr!)
Have me waiting by ya crib, stick out, wit ah hoodie on (yea, son live right dere'!)
Click-Clack-Boom n*gga
I'm da reason n*gga's don't trust others n*gga's wit hoodies on (goddamn!)

[Hook]
I was down bad
I was f*cked up, I was hurting
n*ggas ain't know it tho' (I was doing better than Young Joc' tho!)
Still made it look good
Watching n*ggas turn-up
I was stressed out I ain't show it joe' (head high, chin up n*gga!)
I was staying at ah chick crib
She went through my phone, saw text messages now the b*tch wanna kick me out (I un'know why shortie texting my phone!)
Back in the trap wit it
Wit da gang
Juug'n and finessing some sh*t I gotta figure out (haaa!, goddamn!)
I was down bad
I was f*cked up, I was hurting
n*ggas ain't know it tho'
I was down bad
I was f*cked up, I was hurting
n*ggas ain't know it tho'