Good To Me
New Slaves
Teach you how to yo free brains
Bitch now you turning in yo grave
When you face that 47 it's like bitch now act yo age
These rappers channel 47 back in the day
A bunch of animated Characters, Moving the same way,
Lock this shit in a capsule and shoot it to outer space.
this shit ain't for no generations of the fucking human race,
since Gerber they had my baby bottle laced,
now you know it's first degrees when we sip that Hennessy
So you better get to know before you ever assume a thing
cuz my time bomb and when that timer make a ring,
I bet yo thoughts start switching but it's to late yo soul gone leave
And depending on yo religion you might burn or be set free.
But I'm the fucking grim reaper so yo soul gone stay with me.
Tellem I'm here for stakes bitch won't put her fangs in me.
U know I hustle like a Amazon, I get it from A to Z
Niggas think it's hard to die til I make it ABC
My lil niggas waiting on a package, Fuck a Christmas tree
Told me that his pops use to trap, so it's meant to be
Home wasn't home so that made that nigga love the street
Copd his first whip-like, can't anybody fuck with me
Copd his first strap-like, ain't nobody touching me
Copd a Lil drip and bought a Lil luxury
Put his homies on and the hoes became company
But that's the type of shit In my city that spark jealousy
(Damn) caught bro lacking, Sung him a melody
I gotta couple dollars, I know they got a couple of shells for me
They use to wanna see me at the top, Now they want hell for me,
It's crazy they'll rather lose than get help, Dawg it amaze me
Another black life gone, Could have been greatness
That what happens when, White privilege turn a cop to satan
See a nigga then they mood get anxious,
They Can't see eye to eye, they ain't speaking our language
They ain't give us reparations, For those years they enslaved us
They ain't make up for all the trama, And them minimum wages
But saying you (Good to Me)
Bitch you ain't good to me, You left me hanging in the jungle
I had blood on my feet, Run for my life just to get to my dreams
Teach you how to yo free brains
Bitch now you turning in yo grave
When you face that 47 it's like bitch now act yo age
These rappers channel 47 back in the day
A bunch of animated Characters, Moving the same way,
Lock this shit in a capsule and shoot it to outer space.
this shit ain't for no generations of the fucking human race,
since Gerber they had my baby bottle laced,
now you know it's first degrees when we sip that Hennessy
So you better get to know before you ever assume a thing
cuz my time bomb and when that timer make a ring,
I bet yo thoughts start switching but it's to late yo soul gone leave
And depending on yo religion you might burn or be set free.
But I'm the fucking grim reaper so yo soul gone stay with me.
Tellem I'm here for stakes bitch won't put her fangs in me.
U know I hustle like a Amazon, I get it from A to Z
Niggas think it's hard to die til I make it ABC
My lil niggas waiting on a package, Fuck a Christmas tree
Told me that his pops use to trap, so it's meant to be
Home wasn't home so that made that nigga love the street
Copd his first whip-like, can't anybody fuck with me
Copd his first strap-like, ain't nobody touching me
Copd a Lil drip and bought a Lil luxury
Put his homies on and the hoes became company
But that's the type of shit In my city that spark jealousy
(Damn) caught bro lacking, Sung him a melody
I gotta couple dollars, I know they got a couple of shells for me
They use to wanna see me at the top, Now they want hell for me,
It's crazy they'll rather lose than get help, Dawg it amaze me
Another black life gone, Could have been greatness
That what happens when, White privilege turn a cop to satan
See a nigga then they mood get anxious,
They Can't see eye to eye, they ain't speaking our language
They ain't give us reparations, For those years they enslaved us
They ain't make up for all the trama, And them minimum wages
But saying you (Good to Me)
Bitch you ain't good to me, You left me hanging in the jungle
I had blood on my feet, Run for my life just to get to my dreams
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Writer(s): Shawn Smith Jr
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