I'm Good, Pt. 5

(albüm: No Hooks - 2018)

Will I made it out these streets you'll never know
I got court in the morning, I don't wanna go
Got some niggas doing life and they on level 4
But they all rootin for me they just hope I blow
Got more cheese than all you niggas put together
Served more fiends than all you niggas put together
I get money I don't care who fuckin on my ex's
Was counting 30 I found out the bitch was pregnant
You ain't been thru what I been thru nigga
You ain't into what I'm into nigga
You ain't ever have to hustle cause the rent due nigga
Put my own work in and set hits too nigga
Silver spoon lil nigga you ain't ever sold packs
I was in and out the trap when you was working at the plant
Fiends blowing up my trap phone asking where I'm at
Ima call yo ass back wait a minute let me pack
I put myself on so I'm the only one I trust
See you bad bitches bags need to buy a pair of nuts
I was raised around gorillas nigga I ain't scared of nothing
Only thing yo broke ass ever had was some buffs
The gram ain't make me so the gram can't break me
Arm reach long from the A out the AZ
Young rich nigga I ain't Alpo or AZ
Came up off purple like I'm from grape street
Detroit nigga with some mafia ties
Spend a bag and get dressed that's an outfit in mind
Fans wanna sit me down but I'm not finna cry
I done smoked so many blunts I feel like I'm finna die
Stack it up to the sky before they take me to jail
You'll take you a shell before I take me a L
Nigga heard I hit his bitch and he ain't take it too well
Took a picture on a yatch sent it straight to the feds
I get money in lumpsums you keeping yo fronts up
Heavy ass load like it came off a dump truck
Talking out his neck I seen them hoes got it pumped up
Real nigga let my nuts hang like some nun chucks
When I was buying rollies you ain't have you a car
Spotted jumping outta foreigns spending cash at the bar
Had to tuck the chain in cause it dance too hard
Heard you blacked yo bitch eye cause she staring too hard
I ain't swippin no cards I'm pealing straight off a stack
Got some niggas riding for came straight off of mack
I ain't have to hit the roll I was straight off the crack
Said fuck it I was gone for a day and was back
Me and my bitch went on tour together
You and yo bitch ya'll look poor together
Plug called and said the order ready
I'm going to trial I hope the lawyer ready
Fuck it, in the city ballin on these lil niggas like I'm andre
Learned how to put that money up now I'm beyond straight
Posted out in bompton with them b's like beyonce
Came to get the money I don't care about the limelight
Get yo mind right before you get yo ass left
Dry snitchin on the team you get yo ass wet
Pack flying out the door I got a couple bags left
If we talkin about some real niggas I'm the last left