Its All Good
[Verse]
Coach gon' drop you from the team, you don't play for real
Can't get mad at no n***a knowin' he play to win
Said I was done wit' that hoe, she still on my dick
When they ain't let us through the door, you know who kicked it in
My n***a Rondo in the cut, can't tell him shit
Milly called home and told me "Do this shit for real"
On Linwood all we ever knew was catch a kill
He can't come back to the hood, I think I got him scared
I ride 30-round strap and this bitch automatic
Keep hearing n***as want me dead so I just keep laughing
I ain't tripping on no bitch, leave her ass stranded
She asked me why I did it, told that bitch "I had to"
I'm in it for the money, fuck I look like playin cool?
Knowin' I'm really 'bout that lifе for real, got n***as trying to shoot me
Self-madе, forever straight, just off music
Know she ain't doin' shit, still gon' text her "What you doin'?"
Why the fuck he be on camera? He the shooter
Put a dub on his ass, his own mans been a blew 'em
It's so hard to trust shit, I had mood switches
Ain't even wanna do it to 'em, he made me do it, I'ma cool n***a
Ain't trying to catch no more cases, judge gon' give me the boot
I'm ski'd up, all out the window for my n***a Tunechi
For life, shit on sight, til' I die, is you stupid?
Bitch, I'm into gettin' money, I don't care 'bout who you screwin'
I can spot a pussy n***a from a mile away
I've been staying out the way like I finally made it
Still'll hit you in yo' shit, you don't act yo' age
Hood n***a, but they treat me like I'm real famous
Ain't no goin' back and forth, you ain't got no rank
I was out catchin' stains on some everyday shit
Only way you get yo' shit back, you put down a payment
How you gon' hate me? You don't know me, n***a, make it make sense
Coach gon' drop you from the team, you don't play for real
Can't get mad at no n***a knowin' he play to win
Said I was done wit' that hoe, she still on my dick
When they ain't let us through the door, you know who kicked it in
My n***a Rondo in the cut, can't tell him shit
Milly called home and told me "Do this shit for real"
On Linwood all we ever knew was catch a kill
He can't come back to the hood, I think I got him scared
I ride 30-round strap and this bitch automatic
Keep hearing n***as want me dead so I just keep laughing
I ain't tripping on no bitch, leave her ass stranded
She asked me why I did it, told that bitch "I had to"
I'm in it for the money, fuck I look like playin cool?
Knowin' I'm really 'bout that lifе for real, got n***as trying to shoot me
Self-madе, forever straight, just off music
Know she ain't doin' shit, still gon' text her "What you doin'?"
Why the fuck he be on camera? He the shooter
Put a dub on his ass, his own mans been a blew 'em
It's so hard to trust shit, I had mood switches
Ain't even wanna do it to 'em, he made me do it, I'ma cool n***a
Ain't trying to catch no more cases, judge gon' give me the boot
I'm ski'd up, all out the window for my n***a Tunechi
For life, shit on sight, til' I die, is you stupid?
Bitch, I'm into gettin' money, I don't care 'bout who you screwin'
I can spot a pussy n***a from a mile away
I've been staying out the way like I finally made it
Still'll hit you in yo' shit, you don't act yo' age
Hood n***a, but they treat me like I'm real famous
Ain't no goin' back and forth, you ain't got no rank
I was out catchin' stains on some everyday shit
Only way you get yo' shit back, you put down a payment
How you gon' hate me? You don't know me, n***a, make it make sense