Its All Good

Coach gon’ drop you from the team, you don’t play for real
Can’t get mad at no nigga knowin’ he play to win
Said I was done wit’ that hoe, she still on my dick
When they ain’t let us through the door, you know who kicked it in
My nigga Rondo in the cut, can’t tell him shit
Milly called home and told me “Do this shit for real”
On Linwood all we ever knew was catch a kill
He can’t come back to the hood, I think I got him scared

I ride 30-round strap and this bitch automatic
Keep hearing niggas want me dead so I just keep laughing
I ain’t tripping on no bitch, leave her ass stranded
She asked me why I did it, told that bitch “I had to”
I’m in it for the money, fuck I look like playin cool?
Knowin’ I’m really ‘bout that lifе for real, got niggas trying to shoot me
Self-madе, forever straight, just off music
Know she ain’t doin’ shit, still gon’ text her “What you doin’?”

Why the fuck he be on camera? He the shooter
Put a dub on his ass, his own mans been a blew ‘em
It’s so hard to trust shit, I had mood switches
Ain’t even wanna do it to ‘em, he made me do it, I’ma cool nigga
Ain’t trying to catch no more cases, judge gon’ give me the boot
I’m ski’d up, all out the window for my nigga Tunechi
For life, shit on sight, til’ I die, is you stupid?
Bitch, I’m into gettin’ money, I don’t care ‘bout who you screwin’

I can spot a pussy nigga from a mile away
I’ve been staying out the way like I finally made it
Still’ll hit you in yo’ shit, you don’t act yo’ age
Hood nigga, but they treat me like I’m real famous
Ain’t no goin’ back and forth, you ain’t got no rank
I was out catchin’ stains on some everyday shit
Only way you get yo’ shit back, you put down a payment
How you gon’ hate me? You don’t know me, nigga, make it make sense