[Intro] (G.O.O.D.) (Press play, press play, press play) Yeah Ay
[Verse 1] I bounce back in this bitch like a reflex It's obvious they trying to stop Sean like an eclipse I'm laughing out loud to the point I might cry Cuz nobody blocking mine like a nigga 9-9 See I am a phenom, you are a feline You are a bitch, boi! Sweeter than key lime D-Town The bullets and the people seem to ménage Hit you in your shirt, now your chest look like a collage This is not a fairy tale or facade Niggas tripping to the point, nowadays I'm yelling “Bon Voyage” So in and so forth, I go in and go hard And when it's time to go on, bet everybody go off Yeah, I know you niggas can't stand my city How they feel to hear a “Big” this good still living? I came from the bottom Remain at the bottom So long, I probably made a stain at the bottom (at the bottom) Yeah it floods when it rains at the bottom But my dynasty reign bitch, rain till we drowning And you're broke until you realize something That money's like fucking, yup, money's like fucking (ok) You grind hard enough then bitch'll keep cumming (yeah) I'd rather keep coming in the set and see nothing They like how he make something, when they ain't give him nothing How he stay proactive and kept the shit bumping (yeah)
[Verse 2]
I hop on top of tracks and just start Forrest Gumping (Gumping) Label full of stars like the fucking flag or something Everytime we do a show it's like a hip. hop. summit A beast ontop of beats, bitch my studio is haunted (is haunted?) Please believe me boy, cuz I will ghostwrite your shit like a Ouija Board (yeah) You hang with niggas draped in Louis Vuitton I hang with the niggas who make Louis Vuitton We running this shit with a baton, I promise (what) Ima bring it home, designated driver And all we want was money and power Some niggas moved powder, baked, without flour (without flour) Till they see our money rose like flour Resort to violence cuz we can't afford Islands (Amen) Damn reverend we need money and a blessing (a blessing) Just call it Creflo Dollars Missed church service (uh huh) My grandma say I'm reckless She mad that I'd rather rock Jesus on my necklace (Amen) Big cars, big cribs, big bills Always was a big deal way before the big deal And that's realTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
