I'm Good

(album: No Ceilings - 2009)

No Ceilings, nigga
Got T in here, Fuq' in here
Streets in here, Lucc' in here
We in here, bitch!

OK
Boston Red Sox cap
I get baseball money
Used to do it big
But now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan
Cincinnati Reds cap
Skinny jeans, black Chucks
Hollywood shotgun
Watch me make it act up
Saints cap
New car
Paint that
If it ain't black
Red light
Press a button
Make the top faint back
That was tough
So are us
No such thing as sobered up
You're closed-minded
I shoot you in your head
I'll bet you open up
High yellow woman
With her hair to her ass
Bring her home
Fuck her like a bear then I crash
And when it comes to head
I get that head of the class
I got them green backs
Like I laid in the grass
Lucci be my nigga
The East up in the building
Young Mula ba—
The blank's already filled in
Fire-alarm dick, them bitches wanna pull
Weezy Baby, nigga, I ain't just good
Motherfucker, I'm

I'm good
I'm good
I'm good
(No Ceilings)
I'm good

Yeah
Still no job bitch, but I ain't hurting
Phone still ringing, so I'm still working
Got coke for the snorters, drank if you slurping
Even got a couple pills for if your back hurting
Uh, they call me Mr. Pharmaceutical
I'm getting money every time I'm in the studio
I'm getting money bitch even when I do a show
I get the money even if I have to sue a ho
That's how the game go
East side play it cold
We love the new coupes
We love our necks froze
You couldn't be me if you could
Weezy Baby, Lucci Lou, and we good

I'm good
I'm good
I'm good
I'm good