Going Bad

Album

Bread & Butter

Label

Maybach Music Group

Genre

Trap

Duration

0:00

Composer(s)

Robert Williams;Aubrey Graham;Wesley Glass;Westen Weiss

Entered Chart

Dec 15, 2018

Peak Date

Dec 15, 2018

Released

January 22, 2019

Recorded

2016

Catalog #

Maybach

"Going Bad" is the third collaboration between Meek Mill and Drake, following Meek's 2012 track "Amen" and 2015 cut "R.I.C.O.." It was the latter song which sparked an ugly beef between the pair after the Philadelphia rapper accused the Toronto MC of using a ghostwriter. Their feud played out over numerous diss tracks until the pair officially reconciled on September 8, 2018, when Drake brought Meek on stage during the Boston show of his Three Amigos Tour. This song finds Drake and Meek trading rhymes in which they boast about their wealth and discuss "Going Bad" on women and their enemies. The Philly rapper even directly references Drake's 2015 blistering diss freestyle "Back to Back," which is widely considered as the point where the 6 God won the beef. I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin' scary "Going Bad" represents the final burying of the hatchet following the rappers' feud. Meek Mill's team went down to the wire before being able to finalize this song. Drake's vocals came in on the Tuesday before the Thursday of Championship's release. The song's music video was directed by Kid Art, who was also responsible for Meek's "Dangerous" clip. The visual channels classic mob films and includes a scene where the two rappers clad in their finest suits, place a huge bet on a horse race. There is also a dramatic car crash between the two Rolls Royce phantoms driven by Meek and Drake, which presumably is a metaphor for their longstanding beef. This being a rap video, there are numerous cameos, this time from the likes of Swizz Beatz, Nipsey Hussle, T.I., Mustard, J Prince, Jas Prince, PnB Rock, Shy Glizzy, and the Dreamchasers.

Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
Jeez, jeez

Back home, smokin' legal (legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (strapped)
Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg
Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (what you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (it's empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a ten-piece, dawg (ten-piece, dawg)
That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg

It's just a lil' ten piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (what?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you anyway

Whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa
Whoa, whoa, ah

I could fit like eighty racks in my Amiris (eighty racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin' scary (back-to-back)
If you fuckin' with my opps just don't come near me (get out my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (brrt-brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (that's a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (salute)
Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo (extendy)
Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (that's a Fendi)
For real
She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich rich")
Bitch, I graduated, call me, "Big Fish" (ballin')
I got Lori Harvey on my wish list (that's Lori)
That's the only thing I want for Christmas (true story, uh)
I've been had my way out here, yeah, know that's facts (facts)
You ain't livin' that shit you sell, yeah, we know that's cap (that's cap)
You ain't got to ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' bad (ooh, ooh)

It's just a lil' ten-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

(Wheezy outta here) (woo)