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Good & Bad (Outro)

 

Good & Bad (Outro)

(album: Free Rio - 2021)


I'm just sitting here, kicking it with Jetto
We was just talking 'bout how we used to always sleep on motherfucking
In one apartment twelve deep
Now everybody got mansions and shit
Blue Benzes, blue Escalades now
Millionaires and shit, you know
This life crazy, like, God is good

I sold crack out granny house, now I'm a millionaire
I'm at the top, but it don't feel right without my niggas here
When a nigga down bad, you see who really care
When you broke and on your dick, it ain't no bitches there
I ain't going back to jail, 'cause ain't no bitches there
But real talk, it really wasn't shit, I got rich in there
Bro, before they count at 9:30, check my Instagram
You don't know how it feel to hear your name and get a piece of mail
I done been down with niggas who got thirty in
Say when he get out, he doing dirt again
My nigga from Ohio robbed a bank, they gave him thirty years
He been in jail since the nineties, he don't even know his kids
We gon' get rich or die trying, all we know is win
If this rap shit gon' fall through, I'm selling dope again
Auntie had stopped getting high, now she smoke again
But who am I to judge? Shit, I'm back sipping fours again
Webb FaceTimed me, said he went back to the O again
They caught brodie with a nine-piece, here we go again
I just met up with the lawyer, had to give him ten
He on his third strike, we might never see his ass again
Real shit, it ain't all good, but it ain't all bad
I just counted up a half a million, nigga, all cash
Seen his name in some paperwork, I had to fall back
They had me down to my last ten, I had to crawl back
You ain't talking 'bout no fucking money, nigga call back
You know you ain't welcome in my hood without no hall pass
Missed a call from an Instagram model, ain't even call back
'Cause I don't put pussy over paper, not at all, jack
Flying first class with no luggage, where the mall at?
'Cause rich niggas shop when they land, I got tall racks
I'll fuck a nigga bitch in his bed, I'm with all that
If I ain't a Ghetto Boy, then what you call that?
Rubber band Audemars Piguet, it match the dog tag
Mansion out in Rochester Hills, far from y'all ass
And brung a pint with no seal, man, it's all bad
I don't know where you got this shit from, but take it all back
Man, my bitch so bad, she need her ass whooped
And we know you pussy, nigga, you'll get your bag took
Last nigga ran off with some shit, we had to tie him up
Last nigga tried to play me like a ho, I got him fired up
I'll spend a hundred racks today, don't get me fired up
I'm a rich nigga, I don't count money, I weigh mines up
Apple got life 'cause they picked him out the lineup
But he gave that shit back, see you in five months
Finna pop another Perc 30, I ain't high enough
This shit ain't dark enough, fuck it, pour another line up
You know I ain't get it overnight, I had to climb up
Baby say she want a new Chanel, I'm finna buy her one
You ain't ride for the gang, nigga, fuck y'all
You ain't screaming Ghetto Boyz, nigga, fuck y'all
Cartier bracelets on my wrist, they took the cuffs off
Same color watch and chain, that's a buck, dog
I take care of lil' baby, she know how to keep a secret
I take care of all my niggas, they take care of all they people
You know money, that's the root to all evil
But we ain't never tripping on shit, we all demons, nigga

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