So Good

Yeah
TR3 what up?
Brooklyn in here
Lonzo
Look

Okay first of all, blessings
I see it for myself you know
BB for my baby cause she glow below the belt you know
I think the doubt is like a special ingredient
I done burned sage and greeted every room that you see me in
True
Bless the deadly and the ones up top for showing it
The role don't really change me I just show that I can grow in it
Trust
Me and who really started sounding like me and you
I'd rather lose you though than lose respect for being true
Blue white and red max 90s feeling independent as the women I find interesting
Or got intimate
Know the differences
But still going up for Juneteenth
This firework but only raise the temperature when fools speak
My newest piece is like a diamond in scrubs
Mess with her or what she loves and get a pile of the blood
Tryna treat me like a sub but ain't know that we stubborn
The people's champ I gotta speak to show the city we love 'em
Aint gotta Rollie or a Royce, my 5'9 is sufficient
I'm bout 5'9 leaker yall, show you I'm different
I'm dissing anyone who listens to the rumors they make
Lotta smoke with my amigos she got roommates to shake
I'm great
Matter fact I've never been as good as me now
In my field the goal is really different when you three down
In my bed the after really different when you rebound
In my life, the business is handled
I can sleep sound

I can't complain and say I ain't positioned for my mission
But day to day I blaze away attempts can't pay attention
Y'all faking plays I'm taking names and finding strength through mischief
This adolescence got a grip on my mental
Junior year shit was simple
Bowl hits out the window
Pawning off my Nintendo
Incidentals on a regular
Secular every second
My secondaries were simpler
Sympathize with society's woes
Me and my bros
I suppose
Queens is where the dough lives
Longevity and stability where the road splits
Blind my eyes, do a 360 then lose focus
Travel the journey hopeless
Traits from the predecessors the culprit
Bastard of a pastor should've left me in that pulpit
Labeled as the future successor
I call it bullshit
Mad insecurities as burdens from prior days
Hit me on the celly lately I can't find the time a day
The premonition envisioned was hymen's over rhyming
My future wasn't meant for that alignment
Battle Goliath mentally
Empathize with enemies
Internal battle scars the way that they remember me
In other words I came out to damage em
Manage em
Had em freezing stupid on some mute shit
Guess they tryna be a mannequin
Time to get that math up
Schooling niggas on the way compensation post-graduation
I swear it adds up
Queens



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Writer(s): John Pritchett
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