ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
BJ the Chicago Kid
BJ the Chicago Kid
Vocals
Punch
Punch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donte Perkins
Donte Perkins
Songwriter
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tae Beast
Tae Beast
Producer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
As a younger age, never really gave a shit (Gave a shit)
Just my grandma arms, kept me out of harm (Out of harm)
**** went to class, my football pads
Kept the burner stashed, they ain't gon' catch my ass (Catch my ass)
In the Pontiac with the bad speakers
Back then? Shit, I was into sneakers (Into sneakers)
And fitted caps, side kicks (Side kicks)
My same bitch, she a down bitch (Down bitch)
Had a little daughter, glad it ain't a boy
Knew she'd bring me joy, so I named her Joy (Named her Joy)
Kiss her on her head, then I kiss her lips
Then I kiss her cheek, lay her down to sleep
Trials and tribulations helped me through my situations
Little observations stopped the cops from confrontations (Confrontations)
And the ghetto bird, and a **** snitched (**** snitched)
But I'm still dipping, shit, I ain't tripping
[Verse 2]
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I know I'm not perfect
But I'll still make the decision that make my life still worth it, yeah
And sometimes it may hurt
But I know what you see ain't what it's gon' be, cause I know my worth, yeah
[Verse 3]
Got a lil' older, **** seen a lot of shit (Lotta shit)
Been out in Boston, even got to see the Knicks (See the Knicks)
I've been to Dallas, slap a five with the bench (With the bench)
Back to the hood where **** betting on the six (On the six)
But shit is crazy (Crazy)
Lil' Teisha and Tamika bout to kill they babies
Pregnant at the same time, and they think that shit is cute (Cute)
Always running from the truth, bigger dream they must pursue (Truth)
And they babies wasn't in it
Just going 'bout they business in the club
She off of Guinness, adioses with the lemon (With the lemon)
V.I.P. she dreams of, in the club looking for mean buzz
In a dress looking distinctive
Ass hanging, got that ass hanging with the biggest baller in the club (Ass hanging, club)
Ain't got a dub, but she want some love (Want some light)
Wasn't polite, but she feel it's right (Feel it's right)
Lay it down, then he dimmed the lights, played it right for the night
[Verse 4]
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I know I'm not perfect
But I'll still make the decision that make my life still worth it, yeah
And sometimes it may hurt
But I know what you see ain't what it's gon' be, cause I know my worth, yeah
[Verse 5]
Uh, ignorance is bliss, but to know is pain
No matter what we reap, we still sow the same
The concept of change is second-rate to change
Either way around, the cycle still remains
Out my project window, observing the wannabes blowing endo
Shooting dice on the corner, big homie roll up with his kinfolk
Unfold a stack on 'em like, what they hitting for?
Slamming the doors on his Benzo
He left the engine running, bumping something sounding like
Late eighties R&B, trunk full of China white
Type of **** ladies like, known dope dealer
Money, cash, hoes getter, slash stone cold killer
He can't sleep at night, his victim's eyes piercing through his soul
He wake up every time his eyes close
That's who them young boys aspire to see
Underneath the palm trees, that's who they dying to be
But I'm good
[Verse 6]
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I know I'm not perfect
But I'll still make the decision that make my life still worth it, yeah
And sometimes it may hurt
But I know what you see ain't what it's gon' be, cause I know my worth, yeah
Written by: BJ the Chicago Kid, Punch, ScHoolboy Q
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