What's good, good? And what's good, evil? And what's good, gangstas? And what's good, people? And whys God's phone die every time that I call on Him? If his son had a Twitter wonder if I would follow him Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum Studious Gluteus Maxim models is sending him Pics of they genitalia tallied up ten of 'em I slurped too many pain-kills, down I'm off a lot I got a lot off days but it ain't often that I'm off the clock Ya Kna Wha Mean, I got the Chicago Blues We invented rock before the Stones got through We just aiming back cause the cops shot you Buck buck bang bang, yelling "**** Fox News!" Booyaka buckle up, ********* opps too Ain't no knuckling up 'em young cause it just not cool
Nice to see you Father New Year Middle finger Uncle Samuel Shooting death with weighted dice And hitting stains on birthday candles I know somebody, somebody loves my ass Cause they help me beat my demons ass
Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over The type to love from a distance not the type that told her Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over With babies on the block under arms like fighting odors Coppers and quotas Hold ya head like 2Pac had taught Obviously they are on a come up With better chances tobogganing in the ******* summer Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones All odds against we tryna get lucky ***** than Lucky You're ending happy that's only a tugging Like Satan masturbating **** come hot But y'all still love me ugh How father time a deadbeat Maybe I'm adopted That'll explain why all of my **** been so timeless ugh
[00:02.19]What's good, good? And what's good, evil? [00:05.64]And what's good, gangstas? And what's good, people? [00:08.64]And whys God's phone die every time that I call on Him? [00:11.67]If his son had a Twitter wonder if I would follow him [00:14.57]Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon [00:17.63]Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum [00:20.71]Studious Gluteus Maxim models is sending him [00:23.77]Pics of they genitalia tallied up ten of 'em [00:27.01]I slurped too many pain-kills, down I'm off a lot [00:29.98]I got a lot off days but it ain't often that I'm off the clock [00:33.07]Ya Kna Wha Mean, I got the Chicago Blues [00:35.97]We invented rock before the Stones got through [00:39.26]We just aiming back cause the cops shot you [00:42.05]Buck buck bang bang, yelling "**** Fox News!" [00:45.29]Booyaka buckle up, ********* opps too [00:48.27]Ain't no knuckling up 'em young cause it just not cool [00:51.20] [00:51.46]Nice to see you Father New Year [00:53.15]Middle finger Uncle Samuel [00:54.59]Shooting death with weighted dice [00:56.21]And hitting stains on birthday candles [00:57.75]I know somebody, somebody loves my ass [01:00.44]Cause they help me beat my demons ass [01:03.47] [01:03.79]Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over [01:06.35]The type to love from a distance not the type that told her [01:09.53]Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over [01:12.43]With babies on the block under arms like fighting odors [01:15.59]Coppers and quotas [01:16.72]Hold ya head like 2Pac had taught [01:18.49]Obviously they are on a come up [01:19.83]With better chances tobogganing in the ******* summer [01:23.04]Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones [01:26.64]All odds against we tryna get lucky [01:28.29]***** than Lucky [01:29.57]You're ending happy that's only a tugging [01:31.55]Like Satan masturbating **** come hot [01:33.80]But y'all still love me ugh [01:35.08]How father time a deadbeat [01:37.12]Maybe I'm adopted [01:38.37]That'll explain why all of my **** been so timeless ugh
