GOOD FOR LIFE lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, Rell)

[Chorus]
I got a cabinet full of drank, safe full of ice
No matter how hard it rain, DJ good for life
I got a run in the ten, I'ma be good for life
I take loss after loss, but I'ma be alright
Damn, I got a trunk full of work and they just hit the lights
If the dog sniff me out, the judge gon' give me life
If I don't make another song, I'ma be good for life (Are you in the Mafia?)
n*gga, believe that

[Verse 1]
Ridin' in this 580 lookin' at you broke n*ggas starin'
Through the five-percent tint like I don't know n*ggas
What he do with the pints? I took 'em to the O, n*gga
I ain't been at home, I've been busy on the road gettin' it
I don't talk too fast to y'all boys 'cause y'all slow n*ggas
I'm tryna stay f*ck n*gga free like I'm Glorilla
n*gga want all fent', he don't want no dope in it
Walk-in closet full of 'bows, ain't no clothes in it

[Chorus]
I got a cabinet full of drank, safe full of ice
No matter how hard it rain, DJ good for life
I got a run in the ten, I'ma be good for life
I take loss after loss, but I'ma be alright
Damn, I got a trunk full of work and they just hit the lights
If the dog sniff me out, the judge gon' give me life
If I don't make another song, I'ma be good for life
n*gga, believe that
I should take a b*tch to Sicily
Gotta be a top-tier b*tch just to sit with me
Bury me in Italy
All this designer drip on me, sh*t is killin' me
My Hutch tab gettin' higher, man, this sh*t killin' me
Damn, this Tris' I got Tris', and this time, I can feel the leg
They can't keep up with me, it's like I'm in the league
If I die in all this fashion, just bury me in Italy
[Verse 2]
Bury me in Amiri Jeans
If she like me then I'm straight, I like my b*tches mean
They like, "Damedot, do you got some drank that's clean?"
I cannot make this up like some Maybelline
If she ugly, I ain't takin' one for the team
Drank lines used to take one and make it three
Go as far as you want, you can't find a me
I heard all my haters really ain't too fond of me
Bae, you got a fat ass, you so fine to me
You wastin' time with that n*gga, come stand behind a G
n*gga, I've been f*ckin' hoes since a counter creep
If you ain't gettin' to the bag, n*gga, have a seat
Boy
Yeah, she say she love me, but that's your b*tch, boy
He gon' get hit, boy, this brick hit boy
Even when I'm talkin' sh*t, I ain't talkin' sh*t, boy
This AR flip boys
You really want some racks, you gotta take a risk, boy

[Chorus]
I should take a b*tch to Sicily
Gotta be a top-tier b*tch just to sit with me
Bury me in Italy
All this designer drip on me, sh*t is killin' me
My Hutch tab gettin' higher, man, this sh*t killin' me
Damn, this Tris' I got Tris', and this time, I can feel the leg
They can't keep up with me, it's like I'm in the league
If I die in all this fashion, just bury me in Italy