Good Look

We look good We look paid We doing good Everyday We look good We look paid We doing good Everyday You been running round my mind all the time So I rhyme so sublime, because damn, girl you're fine I want to know if I'm compatible with your sign Maybe these stars align, I might could make you mine I mean, I'm rolling pretty gritty in these nights And itty bitty city lights will feel no pity and that's feeling right Stacking paper like it fit it tight, I'm passing haters on the right And laughing later… yeah I might Like I'm the skater type, grinding to the beat Girl just take a seat, or maybe move your feet Or let us hit the Riverpoint and get some food to eat Your love is coming down, so let it rain on me So let us be what be without the label Shit'll always be stable while we're talking across the table Not no slick shit, I'll dead it real quick So do I care? Hmm… Well, I won't share shit We look good We look paid We doing good Everyday We look good We look paid We doing good Everyday We rolling Balboa, living dreams while we grow up Plugs got to glow up, spark the fuel then we blow up Diesel, while the pump is ticking bars for the beats Evil streets where gunners want to mob until deceased But shit we on the coast block surfing for days Come a long way from life working away Girl you hold a stack while you're twerking away Stable base paced, man she slurping today Not trying to put the cart there, in front of the horse But opps is on the block, and it's popping of course Tapping in the trap like the plot was Morse Skywalker clips might provide that force But shit we walking seaside, sweet as bee hives Out here popping shit it was a B side Quarter water, Wise chips since I was knee high On the far side watching people pass me by We look good We look paid We doing good Everyday We look good We look paid We doing good Everyday