album cover
Good 1
Hip-Hop/Rap
Good 1 was released on February 18, 2026 by Cash crew music group as a part of the album Different Species
album cover
Release DateFebruary 18, 2026
LabelCash crew music group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Sanford
Gregory Sanford
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Sanford
Gregory Sanford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gregory Sanford
Gregory Sanford
Producer

Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, Charlie a good one
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, Charlie a good one
Uh, woah, woah, woah, we meet her at the, Charlie a good one
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, Charlie a good one
I took her overseas to see the sea
She just wanna be a freak
Under covers, yeah, she below it
Wanna eat meat, man, I ain't back her up
I be in the motherfuckin' land
Lookin' like Obama on
And the G-Wagon rockin' this motherfuckin' chrome heart
Yeah, on my fed baby label
Yeah, yeah, fuck a DJ, I'm turnin' my own tables
Huh, ain't promotin' nobody but my own damn self
Rappin, gon' retire
Fuckin' him up, Michael Myers
Your favorite rapper, he's a liar
Funny lil' ****, Richard Pryor
Do the signs, take it up
Shoot him before you get taped up
The corners hit the scene
He was tryin' to shine, bling, bling
They took everything from your team
He was wearin' them clothes from Sheen
Put it all on a triple beam
Yeah, baby mama with me, she scream
She lick on that one thing
That she got on her mind when she dream
I'm so fresh and clean, Mr. Clean
But ain't bald-headed, I got them dreads
Dread-headed **** with me
M16s, Mfour Reds
We get at you, we not punks
When we dump, pop the trunk
Put your ass in the trunk like an elephant
I'm ahead of them, heaven sent
Ain't no evidence when they come searchin
Constantly lurkin, do it on purpose
I just rip this beat, give it surgery
Don't step on my grass, call you Stanley
The old fool handle it out like a pantry
Doin' drills in an all-black Camry
Can't say that too loud, a shit might happen
And then they gon' call it collateral damage
I get money while y'all eatin' sandwiches
I got bad type of manners, bitch
I be in your crib with a phantom mix
With a walk hop, uh-uh
Somebody might stop your heart
Playin' around with me, you gon' fart
After you died in the dark
After you died in the dark
You just got burnt to a crisp
All eyes on me like I'm Tupac
And know I'm for real, cause I shoot Glocks
Put it to your nose, your mucus box
I been out the loop, that don't mean I won't shoot
That don't mean I won't shoot
Time to count the loot, it's time to go and figure it out
Time to go figure it out, yeah
She got me and my sister a bigger house
I know she live in the South
That's my baby, though
Only siblings I got, so don't play with me
It's on my mom's side
But for my brothers, I'll die
I'll ride, I'll climb
The highest mountain
What you thought it was, huh
If you my cuz, you know it's all love
Freak Randy, that's my blood
Don't play with us, we a plug
Another slug in your mug
What the fuck you thought
I'm a thug from the fuckin' mud
Huh, you a scrub
Like TLC, huh
Don't play with me, boy, don't play with me
Burnt like 33
In an emergency
They gon' try to find a body
But it's on the river
Fuck you dead, fed baby
You made them quiver
You deliver them slugs
Like a mailman
You a post guy
You be so high
So fly, on a Gfour
Not a G5, think I'm a spy
I ain't in Russia, but I might bust you
And take your liberty
I know you spiritual, so pray to God
There's only one Allah
You know how I be, when I'm in the trenches
When I'm in the gutter
You know how I be, when I told your baby mother
That I really love her
I'm a fuckin' sucker
You a fuckin' sucker
Do it for your brothers, no other
Run it up
Written by: Gregory Sanford
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...