Bad Man - Kelvyn Colt

The man wanna capitalise on my voice and my bars

While I’m up at the yard

Doing late night hours with a couple of pals

Like celibates we ain’t fucking with y’all

What you wanna celebrate if you ain’t raising the bar

Ten or eight rounds ahead chasing the art

No bed time less, it’s head time or sex

I got needs, please do consider

Flow on beats, these tunes get lit up

Hope it all work out unlike sit-ups

Please do not worry 'bout where Colt live at

Semi-automatic

How I’m busting out the attic

Made it out the fucking garage

Bigger than I planned it

Colt got no Luck but work ethic

Netflix chill invites, I f' em

In her scope, no deals by Geffen

I write till my flow drills, 6−7

Mills out their pocket (sheesh!)

Hit stage, it’s a mosh pit (sheesh!)

Only go sleep if the grocery

Smell made me noxious

Smell fuckeries men and women do

Only keys and numbers can speak the truth

Bad man ting but the man don’t know

Want that gyal and I want bare dough

Phone might ring, they write to Colt

Bad man busy, bad man on road

With me 10 G’s from road

Legal dough still look like road

Just to piss off staff when we do our shows

Where girls, hipsters, gangsters come close

They all want to be in paradise

Wins hardly come through pair of dice

Many try to leach, parasites

Gotta cut 'em raw like a bag of white

When you do spot em'

Half my niggas shotting

I just stayed focus

'Cause I don’t want bars

Got too many bars

Cool like my hotel room mini bar

That’s not very, getting heated up

Mama worried I don’t eat enough

Gotta grind hard, my team feeding of

That all too 0−3-0 to Timbuktu

Back to zone 3, they all groove

UMG never wanted me

But Universal be my tunes

Kind of omnipresent

I don’t want your presence

Neither do I want your presents

Beware of people who invite you

To claim they fed ya

Bad man ting but the man don’t know

Want that gyal and I want bare dough

Phone might ring, they write to Colt

Bad man busy, bad man on road