Lirik Lagu I'm Good feat. Punch & BJ The Chicago Kid - Schoolboy Q
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As a younger age, never really gave a shitJust my grandma arms, kept me out of harmNigga went to class, my football passKept the burner stashed, they ain't gon' catch my assIn the Pontiac with the bad speakersBack then? Shit, I was into sneakersand fitted caps, side kicksMy same bitch, she a down bitchHad a little daughter, glad it ain't a boyKnew she'd bring me joy, so I named her JoyKiss her on her head, then I kiss her lipsThen I kiss her cheek, lay her down to sleepTrials and tribulations helped me through my situationsLittle observations stopped the cops from confrontationsAnd the ghetto bird, and a nigga snitchedBut I'm still dipping, shit, I ain't tripping
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm goodI'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm goodI'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm goodI'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
Got a lil' older, nigga seen a lot of shitBeen out in Boston, even got to see the KnicksI've been to Dallas, slap a five with the benchBack to the hood where niggas betting on the sixBut shit is crazyLil' Teisha and Tamika bout to kill they babiesPregnant at the same time, and they think that shit is cuteAlways running from the truth, bigger dream they must pursueAnd they babies wasn't in itJust going bout they business in the clubShe off of Guinness, adioses with the lemonV.I.P. she dreams of, in the club looking for mean buzzIn a dress looking distinctive[?] got that ass hanging with the biggest baller in the clubAin't got a dub, but she want some loveWasn't polite, but she feel it's rightLay it down, then he dimmed the lights, played it right for the night
Uh, ignorance is bliss, but to know is painNo matter what we reap, we still sow the sameThe concept of change is second-rate to changeEither way around, the cycle still remainsOut my project window, observing the wannabes blowing endoShooting dice on the corner, big homie roll up with his kinfolkUnfold a stack on 'em like, what they hitting for?Slamming the doors on his BenzoHe left the engine running, bumping something sounding likelate eighties R&B, trunk full of China whiteType of nigga ladies like, known dope dealerMoney, cash, hoes getter, slash stone cold killerHe can't sleep at night, his victim's eyes piercing through his soulHe wake up every time his eyes closeThat's who them young boys aspire to seeUnderneath the palm trees, that's who they dying to beBut I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm goodI'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm goodI'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm goodI'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
Got a lil' older, nigga seen a lot of shitBeen out in Boston, even got to see the KnicksI've been to Dallas, slap a five with the benchBack to the hood where niggas betting on the sixBut shit is crazyLil' Teisha and Tamika bout to kill they babiesPregnant at the same time, and they think that shit is cuteAlways running from the truth, bigger dream they must pursueAnd they babies wasn't in itJust going bout they business in the clubShe off of Guinness, adioses with the lemonV.I.P. she dreams of, in the club looking for mean buzzIn a dress looking distinctive[?] got that ass hanging with the biggest baller in the clubAin't got a dub, but she want some loveWasn't polite, but she feel it's rightLay it down, then he dimmed the lights, played it right for the night
Uh, ignorance is bliss, but to know is painNo matter what we reap, we still sow the sameThe concept of change is second-rate to changeEither way around, the cycle still remainsOut my project window, observing the wannabes blowing endoShooting dice on the corner, big homie roll up with his kinfolkUnfold a stack on 'em like, what they hitting for?Slamming the doors on his BenzoHe left the engine running, bumping something sounding likelate eighties R&B, trunk full of China whiteType of nigga ladies like, known dope dealerMoney, cash, hoes getter, slash stone cold killerHe can't sleep at night, his victim's eyes piercing through his soulHe wake up every time his eyes closeThat's who them young boys aspire to seeUnderneath the palm trees, that's who they dying to beBut I'm good
