Good Guy

All that we got Is enough All that we got Is this booth All that we got is the truth Which I spill on these tracks And pray one day That y'all hear us too Strugglin' Stuck in this jungle With lions and tigers and snakes Humblin' Old Numbers they call I ain't answer them I'm focused on shiftin' These brackets Here some advice Put your preachin' to practice Investing all them handouts you takin' And quit all this cappin' Clown Paint me as a villain As I'm ridin through the city F*ck these bitches F*ck these haters Roll they doubts inside my swisher 50k on my last project Oh but This tape project to double that 100k make her double back But on this pace I doubt that shit would last Eat those words But never back track Had a lot of homies I thought would stay in tact Can't forget my past I got my ego back Tell um kiss my ass I'm on a power trip 04 feelin like Michael Speak the truth No disciple Best friends Turn Into ya rivals F*ck the etiquette Ain't got time to let the numbers speak Bitch I feel elite I'm with all the smoke Even provide the heat Patience key Im making Greatness moves Like Pat Riley in 03 Woo Money ain't sleep Gotta eat Woo All of these hits Swear I feel like Ken Griffey The team on my back I can't never hit empty Woo Talkin that shit Ima bastard Decked in designer Til' I turn to a ghost Tryna pull off in the ghost Whippin in Casper Say she ain't know Yo Bitch it's lil Castor Preach like the pastor But this ain't yo average sermon I'm in the back pue burnin Peep how the preacher be splurging Caught in his demons That man is just workin Lately it seem as if Satan been lurkin Woo Lately my brain it run lose Shoulda took one I had 2 Money get spent Snap my fingers recoop God he bless me No acchu Slapping the beat till it bruise Ran up my bag Going Emmitt Smith Ignorant Take the loot To the dealership Woo