get good
West side murdawoods bitch I'm going hard
It don't mean a nigga losing with a slower start
Pull my shit right up on tidal and you know it's hard
Any nigga think he on my level he get tore apart
Cuties, HPs, nigga whole thangs
I got 50 million stories in dis dope game
Ex pills nigga defense, nigga cocaine
And I stay wit da top of da line propane
I be tryna pull up, get in da stu and cook up
Have a nigga whole album done, fo he look up
Line jumping no master P I got da hook up
Halfway crooks you know that these niggas shook up
Money right west side get a Millie right
Boa you know I keep my mfn semi tight
I'm wit shorty had my mfn jimmy right
I ain't playing you know I told her to get me right
It's kid breeze and I get it
And I be rapping bout drug dealing and bitches
And you know I'm ice cold
Type nigga
You know da salary monthly is 5 figures
Hit da line and get good
Get good get good
And you know I pull up to yo hood
Hit da line and get good
Get good get good
And you know I pull up to yo hood
Aye Ice cold like i'm A Phi A
We be stepping on yard nigga day by day
Aye heavy is the heart but you can't weigh my pain
Ain't ballad from the 90's bet not Say my name
Niggas start turning saint when they get in them jams
No forbes got 30 under pray it don't jam
I'm a walking brinks truck protecting the brand
Nigga said he want smoke turn his ass to a gram
Aye you opp slide and you run to the net
We opp slide and find whoever left
Old heads that's the way that we step
Up a Bill fuck whoever slept
J lo ima punch til they get enough
Pleasure P got a feen tryna feel the rush
Niggas like Cole they just tryna hit a Puff
Tell em breathe aye Breeze they gone hit you up
It's J Green and I get it
And I be rapping bout Mani life and millions
And you know I'm ice cold type nigga
You know it's mind over matter wit my riches
Hit da line and get good, get good
And you know I pull up to yo hood Hit da line and get good, get good
And you know I pull up to yo hood
Genius in a rap form
I hit the stage n ppl clap for him
I know Ima star because I'm black born
God call me black Thor
I know the mission is to keep the money so to keep it on me Ima act poor
I know its a difference from winning and running up
You work a couple months n start thinking u one of us stop it
The hours 10k the years preteen the level sensei u still a couple years between
Where we were and we at we not hurrying back
Open yo mind with every line this like surgery rap aye who is that
The ppl who never heard of me rap n niggas down play the skill
Like I'm possed to react bitch I been that nigga
This attention ain't something I never seen
High school I was living out most u niggas dreams
Your bucket list in my daily planner
I used to make em get down on the floor
But switched it up like I was David Banner
JQ and I be snapping I'm just a handsome real niggas that's rapping
And I'm really from the land know real killers n trappers
So I spit that real shit until real niggas is back
Everytime u see the kid u know I'm working
Owning masters like a nigga big Shug
Tryna put it down until my family get good
My niggas get good my city get good
It don't mean a nigga losing with a slower start
Pull my shit right up on tidal and you know it's hard
Any nigga think he on my level he get tore apart
Cuties, HPs, nigga whole thangs
I got 50 million stories in dis dope game
Ex pills nigga defense, nigga cocaine
And I stay wit da top of da line propane
I be tryna pull up, get in da stu and cook up
Have a nigga whole album done, fo he look up
Line jumping no master P I got da hook up
Halfway crooks you know that these niggas shook up
Money right west side get a Millie right
Boa you know I keep my mfn semi tight
I'm wit shorty had my mfn jimmy right
I ain't playing you know I told her to get me right
It's kid breeze and I get it
And I be rapping bout drug dealing and bitches
And you know I'm ice cold
Type nigga
You know da salary monthly is 5 figures
Hit da line and get good
Get good get good
And you know I pull up to yo hood
Hit da line and get good
Get good get good
And you know I pull up to yo hood
Aye Ice cold like i'm A Phi A
We be stepping on yard nigga day by day
Aye heavy is the heart but you can't weigh my pain
Ain't ballad from the 90's bet not Say my name
Niggas start turning saint when they get in them jams
No forbes got 30 under pray it don't jam
I'm a walking brinks truck protecting the brand
Nigga said he want smoke turn his ass to a gram
Aye you opp slide and you run to the net
We opp slide and find whoever left
Old heads that's the way that we step
Up a Bill fuck whoever slept
J lo ima punch til they get enough
Pleasure P got a feen tryna feel the rush
Niggas like Cole they just tryna hit a Puff
Tell em breathe aye Breeze they gone hit you up
It's J Green and I get it
And I be rapping bout Mani life and millions
And you know I'm ice cold type nigga
You know it's mind over matter wit my riches
Hit da line and get good, get good
And you know I pull up to yo hood Hit da line and get good, get good
And you know I pull up to yo hood
Genius in a rap form
I hit the stage n ppl clap for him
I know Ima star because I'm black born
God call me black Thor
I know the mission is to keep the money so to keep it on me Ima act poor
I know its a difference from winning and running up
You work a couple months n start thinking u one of us stop it
The hours 10k the years preteen the level sensei u still a couple years between
Where we were and we at we not hurrying back
Open yo mind with every line this like surgery rap aye who is that
The ppl who never heard of me rap n niggas down play the skill
Like I'm possed to react bitch I been that nigga
This attention ain't something I never seen
High school I was living out most u niggas dreams
Your bucket list in my daily planner
I used to make em get down on the floor
But switched it up like I was David Banner
JQ and I be snapping I'm just a handsome real niggas that's rapping
And I'm really from the land know real killers n trappers
So I spit that real shit until real niggas is back
Everytime u see the kid u know I'm working
Owning masters like a nigga big Shug
Tryna put it down until my family get good
My niggas get good my city get good
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Writer(s): Jared Pugh
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