Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Good , by - Termanology. Release date: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Good |
| I said squaaaaad the fuck up |
| Hit my nigga, tell him pull the truck up |
| Finna fuck that bitch that said I couldn’t do it, actin' stuck up |
| My niggas put the drugs up, we used to put our lunch up |
| Bettin' on the Pokémon battle or wrestling matches |
| Foggy glasses, I step off the stage, proceed to laugh |
| How I get this far? |
| Give a year, how you get this cough? |
| Seventh grade, how you get them bars? |
| I am confused, I hate these dudes that ask questions |
| Leather pants kickin' birds out feather vans |
| Watch quadruple Ks, Keenan, Kel and Kim Kardashian |
| And fucked her man, and fuck your fans, and fuck your friends |
| I’m with some old bitches tryna fuck again |
| Cause I’m a different nigga, I got a different plan |
| Tomorrow never promised me nothin' but bein' broke |
| And all I ever wanted was extra sleep and some dome |
| While y’all fad follow, I’m tryna up my dough |
| Such a star, I’d probably get boo’d at the Apollo |
| I spit sick swallow, then dro’d up |
| I know when you know I’m pullin' cards like Uno |
| Crew so real that we ain’t gotta deal |
| Long as the block think it’s hot then we got mass appeal |
| Put a fork in the pitch and if y’all ain’t with it, we ain’t bitchin' |
| Some only feel the heat when it’s money in the kitchen |
| Rippin' tracks like it’s for my freedom |
| The don, what you thought, y’all could beat him? |
| If rap’s a sport, I like Derülo |
| Sharp like a vato, lines over your culo |
| I kick shit 'til the flavor is good |
| Y’all spit rich shit but still live in the hood |
| I don’t own leather pants, never dance |
| The Nae Nae’s a no no, I might hit the Shmoney on the low though |
| It’s the sultan, sittin' on the throne made of diamonds |
| Polyester robe with the linen in the linin' |
| Gold microphone trap the words I’m designin' |
| Your girl give emoji red hearts when I’m rhymin' |
| Helicopter rise with my Js swingin' in the wind |
| If I’ma make it rain, it’s for the kids in the tenements |
| We givin' out turkeys in the winter |
| Rap Robin Hood, make sure every lil' kid get a dinner |
| The Mustang peel out, smoke like 9−11 |
| Rhymin' legend, time again and time again the comp is shredded |
| Feelin' like Kane in '87, the greatest ever |
| Grew up in the '90s, to me that was the greatest era |
| Give me a mic, some turntables and some speakers |
| For me it’s like a fully packed church to the preacher |
| Knowledge reigns supreme, 'Ology the new teacher |
| And I brought some new killers with me rhymin' on the features |
| Jesus |