[Verse 1: D GooDy]
My dad got a Ac, my mom got a Lexus
Middle class working fam, they don't get why I rap and shit
Supposed to be a college boy, valedictorian
But I smoke with cheerleaders and be screwing them
Watch a little True Blood when I’m through with them
Homework, I don't do that shit
Yea I guess my grades okay
2.7 GPA, 69' GTO, 69 she wanna go
Double Wides she wanna roll
This high life is all I know
Tell that girl come over here
You can roll while she lick
D GooD I’m a problem bitch
Rules kinda like Twitter is, I swear I hardly follow shit
Pops told me at a early age, being a leader the only way
So no matter how far I go I swear my morals here to stay
Fuck a woman, love a woman, swear I'll never hurt a woman
Jordans come and Jordans go, I keep em lined up in a row
Clothes I got a lot of those, everyday a fashion show
Give Chanel Iman my number, I think she would like to know
D GooDy your girl adore, cool ass kid from Baltimore
Rapping, fucking, making noise. I bet your neighbors call the boys
Man I'm on that crazy shit, party all day because I'm paid and shit
Don't let your girl come to a show, after that it's no stopping it
She be literally on my dick, I travel too much for a relationship
So when I go to different cities I just borrow n***a's biddies
Always dressed so super nifty
Sign my name on ladies titties
Damn this life is crazy yo, Prom King popular flow
That n***a everybody know, I swear I'm just a normal kid
Lunchables and airheads, smoking weed and playing Madden
Arguments with my parents, say I’m fucking hardheaded
Copy the embedded code, show your friends my videos
That GooDy kid ya’ll need to know, I put that shit on everything
GAHTDAMN THAT WAS SOME FIRE!!!

[Verse 2: Flash Giordani]
I don't need to go hard in the paint
Making money, making moves, don’t give a fuck but what ya'll think
Poser ass lames dap me up calling me their homie
Little homie get the fuck out of my face, bitch you don't know me
I just can't hang with you, you don’t know what I been through
I'm fighting life, you would've got knocked out in Round 2
This the way my life goes, treat my homies like my bros
And these gold digging bitches ain't getting shit they some chump change hoes
Talking that lovey shit it went in and out the other ear
Fuck her on December 31st then I forget her by next year
I leveled up, cop more kicks than Bruce Lee
Nikes, Vans, J's, Chucks. Got so much you think it's free
Trendsetter, nah you just a follower, sheep to the slaughter
Can't think for yourself so now you don't exist you lost yourself
Trying to put a front on like you tough, bitch you don't even fight
Beating people? Only thing you beating is your dick at night
Same goes for these women they tried to hide from my searching light
Want my number? Fuck that don't touch my keyboard you not my type
Everyday I go to school and laugh at these lames, they a joke
Talking bout they blow, we burning bushes like Moses
It's holy smoke motherfucker, example of what change bring
Bitches that left me now coming back playing the boomerang
Phoney hoes that's not my thing, my dick is her wedding ring
Quiet in person but in the bedroom I get her to sing
Losers try to fit in to the loop like it's a fitted
I snap back to reality no I don't need no fit in
I keep it real and retro, Dreamcast Nintendo
I'm living with the wind flow so bitch roll down them windows
Just like my twitter, Flash is dope
Marijuana bro no coke
All my homies getting bread, we don't fuck with those who don't
Call it how you see it, but I'm humble not conceited
It's okay you mad at my sex, you can't stand it just stay seated
Word to my dad R.I.P. life is what you make it
Time to make all ya'll who doubted me realize I'm underrated motherfucker