Bad Bad News

Ain't got no riches, ain't got no money that runs long But I got a heart that's strong and a love that's tall Ain't got no name, ain't got no fancy education But I can see right through, a powdered face on a painted fool Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) I'm just tryna move up front Lil more of this, lil less of that (can you feel me?) Let me come through (let me come through) I'm tired being in the back (a'ight) I'm just tryna move up front A lil more of this, a lil less of that, yeah They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news I don't worry, don't worry, don't worry about people in my face I hit 'em with the style and grace, and watch their ankles break I know you wish, I know you wish I would fade away But I got more to say, Lord, they pray Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) I'm just tryna move up front Lil more of this, lil less of that (can you feel me?) Let me come through (let me come through) I'm tired being in the back (a'ight) I'm just trynna move up front A lil more of this, a lil less of that, yeah They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news Alright alright, all day all night Alright alright, all day all night Alright alright, all day all night Alright alright, all day all night They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news