I'm Good
I got people wishing bad on me
Tryna talk down, throw dirt on my name
Tryna steal the wave
Ain't much I could say
I'm Good
Ain't much I could say
Ain't much I could say
I'm good
Ain't much I could say
Ain't much I could say
I'm good
Racks run it up
I get the check and I fuck it up
I don't much stress bout the other stuff
I don't much stress just roll it up
Haters, doubting
Go ahead let them run they mouth
I can be me and there's no one else
You'd rather listen to no one else
Might take a trip to the moon
Space coup I could scoop you in it
When you with me shawty you a winner
Spazzin on em in designer fabrics
See me out young nigga dashing
Blunt full of that gas
I'm on the road gotta do the dash
They hope a nigga gonna crash
It's Christo Leco i'm dreaded up
Tell my ex I don't give a fuck
Get to the money can't get enough
Sip of the henny i'm turning up
Hol' up
Riding a wave you might drown in it
Coupe riding with a pound in it
Exhaust hitting like a lamb dippin
Balmains got the pants rippin
Shawty come mess with a young nigga
Flex on homie cuz you know you bad
When i'm on you know that's a Berkin bag
Whip foreign speaking chinese
Tell these haters you can hold these
Fuck what ya heard this a good life
Been blessed my whole life
I got people wishing bad on me
Tryna talk down, throw dirt on my name
Tryna steal the wave
Ain't much I could say
I'm Good
Ain't much I could say
Ain't much I could say
I'm good
Ain't much I could say
Ain't much I could say
I'm good
Tryna talk down, throw dirt on my name
Tryna steal the wave
Ain't much I could say
I'm Good
Ain't much I could say
Ain't much I could say
I'm good
Ain't much I could say
Ain't much I could say
I'm good
Racks run it up
I get the check and I fuck it up
I don't much stress bout the other stuff
I don't much stress just roll it up
Haters, doubting
Go ahead let them run they mouth
I can be me and there's no one else
You'd rather listen to no one else
Might take a trip to the moon
Space coup I could scoop you in it
When you with me shawty you a winner
Spazzin on em in designer fabrics
See me out young nigga dashing
Blunt full of that gas
I'm on the road gotta do the dash
They hope a nigga gonna crash
It's Christo Leco i'm dreaded up
Tell my ex I don't give a fuck
Get to the money can't get enough
Sip of the henny i'm turning up
Hol' up
Riding a wave you might drown in it
Coupe riding with a pound in it
Exhaust hitting like a lamb dippin
Balmains got the pants rippin
Shawty come mess with a young nigga
Flex on homie cuz you know you bad
When i'm on you know that's a Berkin bag
Whip foreign speaking chinese
Tell these haters you can hold these
Fuck what ya heard this a good life
Been blessed my whole life
I got people wishing bad on me
Tryna talk down, throw dirt on my name
Tryna steal the wave
Ain't much I could say
I'm Good
Ain't much I could say
Ain't much I could say
I'm good
Ain't much I could say
Ain't much I could say
I'm good
Credits
Writer(s): Deion Nesbit
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