Good Men
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(We some good men)
(We some good men)
(We some good men)
(We some good men)
(We some good men)
Life about choices but surrounded by some poison
But you gods son selected therefore you was chosen
We just trynna get rich so we could go do shit
Put the money where we from so the crackers won't touch
And We at where we at better say it wasn't luck
Cause our destiny was chosen and we don't give a fuck
And we got good hearts but you could still get bucked
I make music for the soul you listen when shit is tough
I grew up with two young kings
We all got mommy problems
His mother did abandon him relation disconnected
Other one moms a loose screw but she still respected
And my mother used to touch me I guess family neglected
And We worry for my uncle gotta tell him that we love him
Loneliness is certain, that doesn't mean close the curtain
Drugs and alcohol it doesn't help, it just worsens
We all victims too product of pain it's truth
It affects the youth
And we all could do better
Growing is exceptional
Our knowledge is impeccable
We gotta flip this money like gymnastics cause it's flexible
Cause living in this hell hole gives depression like a chemical
You live in it, it sticks frustration like it's a tentacle
But never let it wrap you up
Even when you feeling stuck
Perseverance key just on keep on pushing when it's getting rough
And life a bitch she always gon give issues it's never enough
But you got god on your side you could call on her bluff
When we up stick them middle fingers in the air
Cause when we was down bad did a damn soul care?
And we here right now with loyalty that shit is rare
Now we walking down the block with fly shit and they just stare
Wishing they could get it with us, but they wasn't there
If you ain't talking money Hellen Keller I can't hear
God damn when we all on I swear I'll shed a tear
For real
I speak my truth when I'm in the booth I talk to you
The person listening oh yes I'm talking you
I speak my truth when I'm in the booth I talk to you
I talk to you
I speak my truth when I'm in the booth I talk to you
The person listening oh yes I'm talking you
(Oh yes I'm talking you)
(Oh yes I'm talking you)
(The person listening oh yes I'm talking you)
(I speak my truth when I'm in the booth I talk to you)
Yeah
Uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(We some good men)
(We some good men)
(We some good men)
(We some good men)
(We some good men)
Life about choices but surrounded by some poison
But you gods son selected therefore you was chosen
We just trynna get rich so we could go do shit
Put the money where we from so the crackers won't touch
And We at where we at better say it wasn't luck
Cause our destiny was chosen and we don't give a fuck
And we got good hearts but you could still get bucked
I make music for the soul you listen when shit is tough
I grew up with two young kings
We all got mommy problems
His mother did abandon him relation disconnected
Other one moms a loose screw but she still respected
And my mother used to touch me I guess family neglected
And We worry for my uncle gotta tell him that we love him
Loneliness is certain, that doesn't mean close the curtain
Drugs and alcohol it doesn't help, it just worsens
We all victims too product of pain it's truth
It affects the youth
And we all could do better
Growing is exceptional
Our knowledge is impeccable
We gotta flip this money like gymnastics cause it's flexible
Cause living in this hell hole gives depression like a chemical
You live in it, it sticks frustration like it's a tentacle
But never let it wrap you up
Even when you feeling stuck
Perseverance key just on keep on pushing when it's getting rough
And life a bitch she always gon give issues it's never enough
But you got god on your side you could call on her bluff
When we up stick them middle fingers in the air
Cause when we was down bad did a damn soul care?
And we here right now with loyalty that shit is rare
Now we walking down the block with fly shit and they just stare
Wishing they could get it with us, but they wasn't there
If you ain't talking money Hellen Keller I can't hear
God damn when we all on I swear I'll shed a tear
For real
I speak my truth when I'm in the booth I talk to you
The person listening oh yes I'm talking you
I speak my truth when I'm in the booth I talk to you
I talk to you
I speak my truth when I'm in the booth I talk to you
The person listening oh yes I'm talking you
(Oh yes I'm talking you)
(Oh yes I'm talking you)
(The person listening oh yes I'm talking you)
(I speak my truth when I'm in the booth I talk to you)
Credits
Writer(s): John Davis
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