[Intro]
Uh
Slab E.N,T, boy!
Yeah
Chip Tha Rip
Mmhmm

[Verse 1]
Bitch I feel good
Don't I look stupendous?
My shine is so endless
Ain't shit you can do to end this
Even when I'm dead n***as still gon' bump that Chip shit
Coke white escalade on sixes for you dipshits
So we won't forget this, Midwest n***a be the coldest
Cleveland is the city where you hustle or you hopeless
And my closet's like a store bitch
Only difference is you ain't gon' find this in no store bitch
I'm fresher than your whole clique
G Shock over D.C. grinding every time you see me
That Louis Vuitton complete me
Now R.I.P. to ant while I'm out here stunting with Keke
I be ridin' super tint
I'm a ghost you never see me
'Cause I'm up above, I'm in the clouds, I'm rolling up, I'm looking down
Chip in the house, y'all stop ya breathin'
I'm a superhero, like Hancock to Cleveland (N***a)
[Chorus]
Hell yea, that n***a shine all the time
But look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts
And I'm feelin' like I should
Bitch, I feel good
N***a where the liquor? Where the cups?
Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'ma stay a fresh, fly n***a
Doing everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good

[Verse 2]
Don't I look tremendous?
Damn I feel so splendid
I walk up in yo shindig
Higher than the ozone, damn I can float home
Just call me when you want some
I'm out here by my lonesome
Pack a Bape jacket for the winter Polo v-neck for the summer
I'm a young hood boss, I do what I wanna
If you tryna fuck with me then you better have some commas
I be with them OG's, I'm probably stuntin' with yo fatha
Problem is you don't want it, nada
My n***a's got hella choppas, you gonna need hella doctas
And I rep my city proper
Probably catch me rockin' Prada, hoppin' off a helicopta
In the skizigh, CuDi hand me ya shizzel
N***a we gettin hizzigh
Uh, looking for izzigh, yeah here I go
The n***a who get your income tax every show (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Hell yea, that n***a shine all the time
But look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts
And I'm feelin' like I should
Bitch, I feel good
N***a where the liquor? Where the cups?
Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'ma stay a fresh, fly n***a
Doing everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good