Deshaymond For all the things You said I've never do For all the things You said that were untrue For all the times You made me feel alone You said I'd never make it On my own But things are looking up For me now Seems like karma Making its rounds It's my turn I won't be held down No Karma gonna visit you too You're gonna pay for the things You put me through I hope you do Oh I hope your hell yes filled With magazines And on every page You see a big picture of me And under every picture The caption should read Not bad for a NIGGA From the gutter like me For all the times You said I got your back For all the times You stabbed me For all the times you tried To hurt my pride For all the pain I held down deep inside But things are looking Up from now It seems like karmas Making its rounds It's my turn I won't be held down No Karmas gonna visit you too You're gonna pay for the things You put me through I hope you do Oh I hope your hell is filled With magazines And on every page you See a big picture of me And under every picture The caption should read Not bad for a NIGGA F From the gutter like me Need it to make me weak To help you feel stronger I know you b*****s think I'm somewhere dying inside Poor shaymond he went home He couldn't take it no longer But I'm right here I hope your hell is filled With magazines And on every page you See a big picture of me And under every picture The caption should read Not bad for a NIGGA From the gutter like me I hope your hell is filled With magazines Yeah And on every page You see a big picture of me Yeah And under every picture The caption should read Not bad for a NIGGA like me