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 of 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
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 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 of 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
 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