Yeah, yeah yeah

Good, good, good, good, and all my homies doing good, good, good, good, good

And all my homies doing good, good... good, good, good x2

It's like Michelangelo, hisself came down to protect us

Most infectious, he speak that confidence we own these records

If God is for us who should be against us?

Don't tense up, when you see these wholly credentials, make mental notes

I write so hard, my pen gon' soak between my bars you gon' pen you post

I came to give these black kids hope

I'm in the hood winking but you know I ain't no joke

I used to sing the morning hymn

Then my n***a Willy passed now I'm mourning him

But it's okay, and it's alright

I'd probably take a flight to heaven if I could tonight

In spite of, all of the bullshit, man, we in the hood still

My homie grabbed his brews, you know I got the grill

These people got to chill when they mention my name, they don't know where I'm from or where I've came

And I'm from the Southside

x 2

And all my homies doing good, good... good, good, good, x2

I know everyone talk like everybody's up

Im finna smoke a one lemme know you're doing good

Everybody trying to grow, who really got the seeds though?

Everybody acting, acting like they got the lead role

Everybody playing, playing like they got the lead though

Everybody focused on the ones who got the needs though

Missed me with the fussin I don't give a f**k I'm smoking d**e in public and it never just need for no discussion

These niggas put me to sleep they got just like robitussin

I am from the city where the niggas get the busting

If you ain't got a ride just take the train or take the bus then

The cops as quick a thing had no warm this state is busting

Then they got the nerve to wonder why we never trust them

We just take the woods and then we stuffed them like f**k them

x 2

I mean what we really talking

Police killing kids outside the buildings we playing hopscotch crosses we take the losses

I'm still talking water

Pray to Charlie's Angels

We just want some Farrah Fawcetts in Detroit

Sinked it from half court, still can't get three points

How hard is it to recognize that is a key point

I drop key points no CP3, and pass pits like I CEO

Every re-three weeks I check in on my n***a cuz she EMT

See niggas unwinding with they guts empty

Like back wood, we act good, we still got s**t though

We still in grime-o, we still gon' pop though like we all got crisco

Then put it over instrumental

I get reflective when I hit the Citgo

Take a second just to kick it with my kinfolk

You can put the good all in my pen stroke

Yeah, my man Rollie Piroli

I see you

They gon' have to give us all the money this year, changing the world

Good, good

I'm Good