Good Money (Outro)

I guess its easy to think that
Don't you think it
I seen alot of people go back don't you feel it
I guess its all the same shit but right back to the old shit
I still feel shit
I'm just human baby
Let me feel it

I been going crazy feeding into all the demons
I been walkin round half crooked from all of these feelings
Feel like my heart hurt been numb so I'm still sitting
These niggas wanna talk shit but I'm still wininng

I been so fucking toxic with my still Image
See a photo of my past and i don't believe it
You wanna go reminisce but i be good in present
I got my heart in the chains because i know the struggle

I know the struggle baby ask me why i know it though
Grew up in a world that would knock you over domino
I been pulling hairs on my arm from the follicle
Stressing over smaller shit than microscopic molecule

Aint shit been the same since i got to college
Learning all about the world
Through lenses that could blind the modest
I been fucking living fucking priceless fucking every problem
I could really care less about what you gotta say about it

I guess that really be my issue bro introspection literal
Hate the judgement typical opinion never hidden tho
I just sit back get lax and side tracked
By every single message on my fucking visuals

I gotta put my phone down
I've seen more gun shot reports around my bros cribs now
I gotta worry too much about how they get round
I'm trynna get mad rich move em all out

What good the party money
What good the crib money
What good the drinking money
If team need living money
I got my love money
I got my song money
I want that Kanye money
I want that drake money

I want that stack money
That 6'6 money
I want that stock money
To give my mom money
To give my dad money
To give my sis money
To give my grams money
To give my fans money
To give my fam money