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' thirty 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 hit's 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)