goodjawn (feat. Grey Craig)

Yeah
Yeah
K den
K den
Yeah
Look I got 60 of them 15s
My script could win an Oscar
This a model only roster
My rotation looking solid
Don't my wallet get it popping
Don't I open up them options
That money let you be yourself
And I can not be nothing else
Whole clique is looking rich
Slice the bread and spread the wealth you see
I know some hoe niggas tryna come up and hurt the health of me
I see them hoe bitches that look like angels wishing hell on me
I know them fake killas if it go down they finna tell on me
Sad days
But we getting cheddar now
Don't shit better huh
I thought left enough behind
It's even more ahead right now
They lucky I really live in the future stay a step ahead
That gift done really saved a nigga life
I really could be dead

Yeah could be dead
Um count that dead I do my thing till the day I can't
These niggas do what they can
We turn it up yeah blowing the roof off
Playing the keys I'm out in New York
Walking in Rick and I'm clearing the whole floor
Bad lil bitch braiding hair at the airport
I'm out of touch and she wishing i cared more
Crossing her fingers she hope that I call back
Sessions for hours I hop out the all black
Rocking the new they don't what to call that
Living my life yeah I'm doing my thing
They losing they life focused on a little change
Lock-in with click and we stack it the highest
They barely see us they know we the flyest
They know we the flyest in foreign attire
I won't even lie I won't even lie
She fucking for her little piece of the pie
I told her lil friend to save her a slice
It's plenty of playas to go around
But how many bitches is holding it down
Who holding it down
Holding it down



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Writer(s): Shawn Freeney Jr.
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