I'm Good

Yea I did it my way
Still on my Sinatra mind frame
Young rookie in this game
But I be on my pro shit running This play
Give me a taste
Imma take the whole plate
I don't want a cut of the pie
Imma take the whole cake
I don't give a damn what a bitch Motherfucker say
Imma take the whole thang

Yeah bitch I'm good
Yeah bitch I'm good
Yea I did it my way
Yea I did it my way
I ain't ask for shit
I ain't beg for no plays
Yea I'm stuck in my ways
Still on my Sinatra mind frame
Don't swerve in my lane
Might run you over let the brains Hang
Grill of my Denali blood stained
Stand in my way
Imma let the tech spray

Yeah bitch I'm good
Salute if it's understood
700 horses stashed up in the Front
I'm the big ass engine that could
If your girl looking bad
She gon' throw that ass back
I'm on lumberjack trap
Im slanging tha wood
Chief Executive of Operations
Young CEO, Shug
That's a shout out to da baby
Got a girl but feeling myself Lately
Been calm but might turn William Gacy
Soon as anybody really try to Fucking play me
Superman crest
Stamped on my chest
Ain't no steel that a Motherfucker really can't press
I'm still Nike with the checks
Silicon Valley with the techs
Blowing on the sticky for the Stress
She say she want molly for the Sex
Red Vicky secrets for the breast
I like her better when she Undressed
Bring another friend nothin less
From 92 to 02 to twelve
I've been on my own shit
Never nothing else
Collected some scars
Mostly by her fingernails
Ain't it funny how history really Repeat itself
Vision 2020 I don't fuck with no One else
Unless we talkin money then I Leave it on the shelf
Been chasing all my dreams
But feel like I'm running stealth
Cause these Spotify streams
Ain't translate to records sales
So you know that I gotta get it
I'm strapping up for another Killing
Been looking like super hero but I'd rather supervillan
6 dots in a row on your dome Like Krillin
It's been my way now I'm on What a feelin

Yeah bitch I'm good
Yeah bitch I'm good
Yea I did it my way
Yea I did it my way
I ain't ask for shit
I ain't beg for no plays
Yea I'm stuck in my ways
Still on my Sinatra mind frame
Don't swerve in my lane
Might run you over let the brains Hang
Grill of my Denali blood stained
Stand in my way
Imma let the tech spray
Yeah bitch I'm good
Yea I did it my way
Yea I did it my way
I ain't ask for shit
I ain't beg for no plays
Yea I'm stuck in my ways
Still on my Sinatra mind frame
Don't swerve in my lane
Might run you over let the brains Hang
Grill of my Denali blood stained
Stand in my way
Imma let the tech spray

Shittin' on these rappers till my Ass go raw
Hit em with the hammer like the Asgard god
Never been low key but hands Turn paws
Now what did your mama tell You about staying out past dark?
Here we go with it
This my metamorphosis
The big bad wolf coming Attacking on your orifices
I leave them shook when I'm Stomping in my forces
I get that look and I turn them all To orphans
Damn
Bet You really don't wanna Provoke this Stan
Leave you to rot with all the Vultures man
Take a snap post it and promote The gram
Then I double tap your bitch Cause she my closest fan
I don't give a damn
I don't give a fuck
But if you show me love
Then we going up aye
Never heard of Roc then you Need an upgrade
Coming with a shovel and I'm Digging that grave
You a k-9 I'm a great white
Bitches craving for me like a date Night
They only come around you if the Pay right
And they only come around me If they play nice
Getting so much brain
I mean each and every day
When the bitches come and play
They call me Einstein
Chopping like a k
If you get up in my way
Imma get a little strange
Like I'm Tech N9ne

Yeah bitch I'm good
Yeah bitch I'm good
Yea I did it my way
Yea I did it my way
I ain't ask for shit
I ain't beg for no plays
Yea I'm stuck in my ways
Still on my Sinatra mind frame
Don't swerve in my lane
Might run you over let the brains Hang
Grill of my Denali blood stained
Stand in my way
Imma let the tech spray
Yeah bitch I'm good
Yea I did it my way
Yea I did it my way
I ain't ask for shit
I ain't beg for no plays
Yea I'm stuck in my ways
Still on my Sinatra mind frame
Don't swerve in my lane
Might run you over let the brains Hang
Grill of my Denali blood stained
Stand in my way
Imma let the tech spray



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Vazquez
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