I’m Good (IANAHB2) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm so f*cking awesome - my marbles, I lost 'em
I'm taking everything - everything but precaution
Your b*tches wanna call us and text us like Austin
pus*y make me hard, pus*y n*ggas make me nauseous
I've been on my feet since the day I started walking
b*tch, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin
Sell coke in a drought, sell pus*y at an auction
Bullets got a n*gga running fast enough to race horses
Around here you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em
Kill your ass and leave you behind like an orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often
Still getting baseball money; Barry Larkin
Around here we play for keeps, yeah, we eating, but we starving
I get me a little money, try to spread it margarine
I'm flyer than a motherf*cker, all my flights chartered
Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer, I'm good

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I say I go into my beastmode - rapping n*ggas, I eat those
I tell a b*tch take a deep breath then bend them knees like a freethrow
I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom I make a movie, it's starring me with that Lee Rose
Cause I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on closet
Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit
Got racks on my conscience, money on my mind
I got shooters on my team, they got bodies on their nine
Look at that bad b*tch right there, see that body on that dime
I ain't swimming in no ho, you know I'm probably on that grind
All these n*ggas hating on me, me, but I ain't on that time, time
Cause I be in the back, n*gga, and I ain't talking about swine
I'm talking 62 West, they say a n*gga too fresh
You a rat, your homie singing y'all should do a duet
Shawty told me she loving my swag, I make that pus*y too wet
You n*ggas banned, and my hoes and I'm like why they'd do that? Go
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uhm, I don't have a conscience, all my friends are monsters
They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense
Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing
b*tch, deuce deuce, I smoke that OG killer Bobby Johnson
I'll olly over that b*tch head, it's Hollygrove til I'm f*cking dead
I did a bid for that toast, so f*ck with me I'll treat you like butterbread
But I still go hard with no regard, Earth ain't sh*t, b*tch, go to Mars
Leave a n*gga dead in the gutter
I'll just beat him with a bloody ass bowlingball
I'm fresh as hand sanitizer, don't hate the game, just analyze it
Two xanax', I'm fantasizing about fat b*tches' panty sizes
Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it
Stop acting like a little b*tch n*gga, most of y'all n*ggas is b*tch n*ggas
I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger
My hair long, my di*k bigger
My hair long, my di*k bigger
My hair long, my di*k bigger
My money longer, my weed stronger
I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee
I pull that freedom of my waist, now watch me let freedom ring, ding