I’m Good, Pt. 5 lyrics

[Intro]
(WoodOnDaBeat)
Ayy, Dave
If I stop on this b*tch, just bring me back in wherever I stop at
Goin' straight through on this b*tch, hmm
(Da Realest)
Yeah
Turn it down a little bit in the headphones
Let's get it

[Verse]
Will I make it out these streets? You would never know
I got court in the morning, I don't wanna go
Got some n*ggas doing life and they on level four
But they all rootin' for me, they just hope I blow
Got more cheese than all you n*ggas put together
Served more fiends than all you n*ggas put together
I get money, I don't care who f*ckin' on my exes
Was countin' thirty when I found out the b*tch was pregnant
You ain't been through what I been through, n*gga
You ain't into what I'm into, n*gga
You ain't never had to hustle 'cause the rent due, n*gga
Put my own work in and send hits too, n*gga
Silver spoon lil' n*gga, you ain't never sold packs
I was in and out the trap when you was workin' at the plant
Fiends blowin' up my trap phone askin' where I'm at
I'ma call your ass back, wait a minute, let me pack
I put myself on, so I'm the only one I trust
See you buyin' b*tches bags, need to buy a pair of nuts
I was raised around gorillas, n*gga, I ain't scared of nothin'
Only thing your broke ass ever had was some buffs
The 'Gram ain't make me, so the 'Gram can't break me
Arm reach long from the A out to AZ
Young rich n*gga, I ain't Alpo or AZ
Came up off purple like I'm from Grape Street
Detroit n*gga with some mafia ties
Spend a band gettin' dressed, that's an outfit of mine
Feds wanna sit me down, but I'm not finna cry
I done smoked so many blunts, I feel like I'm finna die
Stack it up to the sky 'fore they take me to jail
You'll take you a shell before I take me an L
n*gga heard I hit his b*tch and he ain't take it too well
Took a picture on a yacht, sent it straight to the feds
I get money in lump sums, you keepin' your fronts up
Heavy-ass load like it came off a dump truck
Talkin' out his neck, I see them hoes got him pumped up
Real n*gga, let my nuts hang like some nunchucks
When I was buyin' Rollies, you ain't have you a car
Spotted jumpin' outta foreigns, spendin' cash in the bar
Had to tuck the chain in 'cause it dance too hard
Heard you blacked your b*tch eye 'cause she was starin' too hard
I ain't swipin' no cards, I'm peelin' straight off a stack
Got some n*ggas ride for me came straight off of Mack
I ain't have to hit the road, I was straight off the crack
Said f*ck it, I was gone for a day and was back
Me and my b*tch went on tour together, tuh
You and your b*tch, y'all look poor together, n*gga
Plug called and said the order ready, ayy
I'm goin' to trial, I hope the lawyer ready, f*ck it
In the city ballin' on these lil' n*ggas like I'm Andre
Learned how to put that money up, now I'm beyond straight
Posted out in Bompton with them B's like Beyonce
Came to get the money, I don't care about the limelight
Get your mind right before you get your ass left
Dry snitching on the team, you'll get your ass wet
Pack flyin' out the door, I got a couple bags left
If we talkin' 'bout some real n*ggas, I'm the last left, n*gga (Da Realest)