Julye Jr. & Yung Prophet & Pulse - Too Bad Lyrics

Ayo Pluto, you goin' brazy
Lately I been down, but all my tears I hold them in
And if you hold me down, then all the pain will be unwritten
Flying high in the clouds, the only time it's easy breathing
I was just down and low
I was just sad and broke
Now I got a hundred million fans
They was just at the show
I heard that girl got a man
I don't care about him though
Cause bitch you still my hoe
But all you want is dough
Too bad you ain't getting that
Two racks we spending at saks
You capped, you was not strapped
Durag we bustin' at that
Do do do do do do do do do do do do
That was the sound of the gat
That was the sound of the skat
Ratatouille your ass will get cooked if you rat
I remember I was down on my ass
Now I'm up and I'm counting these racks
Say they with it but I know it's cap
When I pull up they all to the dash
(All do the dash)
Shots flying all through the glass
They tell me relax, I run up a bag
I cannot be last, let's get it
Y'all popping them tags, I cannot do that
Cause I wanna run up a mill
She throw it back, she a little freak,
Remember back then she wasn't f*cking with me
Now that I'm up, they wanna talk now
Everybody switching sides now
Playing the field got me a touchdown
Now the mood change when I touch down
No time to stunt
I just been running, I'm running, I gotta keep this money coming
Roll up some runtz
Put my mind up in the sky, so high up I feel I can fly
I'm one of one
I'm putting on for my family, I know the haters can't stand me
Get the job done
Gotta stay on the right track, cause lord knows I cannot go back
I was just down and low
I was just sad and broke
Now I got a hundred million fans
They was just at the show
I heard that girl got a man
I don't care about him though
Cause bitch you still my hoe
But all you want is dough
Too bad you ain't getting that
Two racks we spending at saks
You capped, you was not strapped
Durag we bustin' at that
Do do do do do do do do do do do do
That was the sound of the gat
That was the sound of the skat
Ratatouille your ass will get cooked if you rat
Walk in the room, I'm the highest
Drip on every day, I'm the flyest
My bitch bad, she the finest
For the money, I'll start a riot
Screaming yolo with my gang
We could never be contained
Every day we go insane
Dropping bombs like it's Ukraine
No Birkin, watch me get in my bag for certain
I'ma get to that cash, I'm determined
I would never look back, my life turning
I'm with pulse in the scat, and we swerving
They're telling me keep working I'm gon' be a star
Just down on my last, look how I came so far
I was just down and low
I was just sad and broke
Now I got a hundred million fans
They was just at the show
I heard that girl got a man
I don't care about him though
Cause bitch you still my hoe
But all you want is dough
Too bad you ain't getting that
Two racks we spending at saks
You capped, you was not strapped
Durag we bustin' at that
Do do do do do do do do do do do do
That was the sound of the gat
That was the sound of the skat
Ratatouille your ass will get cooked if you rat
Lately I been down, but all my tears I hold them in
And if you hold me down, then all the pain will be unwritten
Flying high in the clouds, the only time it's easy breathing