I'm Good, Pt. 5

(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)