I'm Good, Pt. 5 Songtext
von Peezy

(WoodOnDaBeat)
Ayy, Dave
If I stop on this bitch, just bring me back in wherever I stop at
Goin′ straight through on this bitch, hmm
(Da Realest)
Yeah
Turn it down a little bit in the headphones
Let's get it

Will I make it out these streets? You would never know
I got court in the morning, I don′t wanna go
Got some niggas doing life and they on level four
But they all rootin' for me, they just hope I blow
Got more cheese than all you niggas put together
Served more fiends than all you niggas put together
I get money, I don't care who fuckin′ on my exes
Was countin′ 30 when I found out the bitch was pregnant


You ain't been through what I been through, nigga
You ain′t into what I'm into, nigga
You ain′t never had to hustle 'cause the rent due, nigga
Put my own work in and send hits too, nigga
Silver spoon lil′ nigga, you ain't never sold packs
I was in and out the trap when you was workin' at the plant
Fiends blowin′ up my trap phone askin′ where I'm at
I′ma call your ass back, wait a minute, let me pack

I put myself on, so I'm the only one I trust
See you buyin′ bitches bags, need to buy a pair of nuts
I was raised around gorillas, nigga, I ain't scared of nothin′
Only thing your broke ass ever had was some buffs
The 'Gram ain't make me, so the ′Gram can′t break me
Arm reach long from the A out to AZ
Young rich nigga, I ain't Alpo or AZ
Came up off purple like I′m from Grape Street

Detroit nigga with some mafia ties
Spend a band gettin' dressed, that′s an outfit of mine
Feds wanna sit me down, but I'm not finna cry
I done smoked so many blunts, I feel like I′m finna die
Stack it up to the sky 'fore they take me to jail
You'll take you a shell before I take me an L
Nigga heard I hit his bitch, and he ain′t take it too well
Took a picture on a yacht, sent it straight to the feds


I get money in lump sums, you keepin′ your fronts up
Heavy-ass load like it came off a dump truck
Talkin' out his neck, I see them hoes got him pumped up
Real nigga, let my nuts hang like some nunchucks
When I was buyin′ Rollies, you ain't have you a car
Spotted jumpin′ outta foreigns, spendin' cash in the bar
Had to tuck the chain in ′cause it dance too hard
Heard you blacked your bitch eye 'cause she was starin' too hard

I ain′t swipin′ no cards, I'm peelin′ straight off a stack
Got some niggas ride for me came straight off of Mack
I ain't have to hit the road, I was straight off the crack
Said fuck it, I was gone for a day and was back
Me and my bitch went on tour together, tuh
You and your bitch, y′all look poor together, nigga
Plug called and said the order ready, ayy
I'm goin′ to trial, I hope the lawyer ready, fuck it

In the city ballin' on these lil' niggas like I′m Andre
Learned how to put that money up, now I′m beyond straight
Posted out in Bompton with them B's like Beyonce′
Came to get the money, I don't care about the limelight
Get your mind right before you get your ass left
Dry snitching on the team, you′ll get your ass wet
Pack flyin' out the door, I got a couple bags left
If we talkin′ 'bout some real niggas, I'm the last left, nigga (Da Realest)