goodness gracious lyrics

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[Intro: Tank Dempsey]
I need to find some lead or I'm gonna get bored here!

[Verse]
Ride around with ecstasy
Police right next to me
Runnin' up my destiny
n*ggas said I don't belong here
But I think I know where I'm meant to be
Ride around with a bad b*tch
She tryna ask what we meant to be
Cooking up with a recipe
No, I can't f*ck with the enemy
I'm just worried 'bout the cops, worried 'bout the opps
They can get ahead of me
Ridin' with a bop, bodies finna drop if a n*gga testin' me
And I keep a tool 'cause a n*gga fool, ain't nobody pressin' mе
You know what it do, shorty sniffin' glue, and she kinda scaring me
Told hеr ass to stop, and now I'm a opp, and she kinda airing me
I got a b*tch, no sharing me
I'm way too high, don't stare at me
Said I'm moving money like a charity
Said that in a song, needed clarity, you need prosperity
And that n*gga broke? That's hilarious
See the polarity, when I step inside, it's a night show
And I'm off the antidote, brand new b*tch won't let me go
But I'm thankful, but I'm thankful
Gotta be grateful, uh, oh sh*t, distasteful
Whip, goodness gracious
Wrist, goodness gracious
b*tch, goodness gracious
Wrist, goodness-
Now a flight to the Appalachians
Maybach and it's makeshift
No, I can't f*ck with a racist
All I ever was was a vagrant
I’m complacent, hit him in the neck with a grey tip
Now his head and body sit adjacent
I can’t f*ck with bro cause he f*ck with bro, he a double agent
If Im uppin’ pole, and you uppin’ pole, what it’s supposed to mean?
Caught her at the spot, shorty is a thot, pass her to the team
But it’s no shame in that, everything ain’t what it seems
Sig Sauer with an EOTech and a beam
She gets out when I’m tweaking out off a bean
Can’t come around, you ain’t authorized by the gang
Since middle school, rock Polo sh*t, I’m the same
Ayy, wrist, goodness
Ayy, wrist, goodness gracious
Whip, goodness gracious
Wrist, goodness-ness-ness-ness
[Outro: Tank Dempsey, Princess Chelsea]
This has to be the last piece
Ahh, a tale of two Dempseys, starts slow but has a happy ending
I see the morning sun coming over the hill
Are—are you freakin' kidding me?!
I see the mor—
(This is not help— This is not help— This is not helping smoking)
Sun coming over the—
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