Peezy - I'm Good, Pt. 5 lyrics

(WoodOnDaBeat) ayy, Dave
If I stop on this bitch
Just bring me back in wherever I stop at
Goin' straight through on this bitch, hmm
(Da Realest) yeah
Turn it down a little bit in the headphones
Let's get it

Will I make it out these
Streets? You would never know
I got court in the morning, I don't wanna go
Got some niggas doing life and
They on level four
But they all rootin' for me
They just hope I blow
Got more cheese than all
You niggas put together
Served more fiends than all
You niggas put together i get money
I don't care who fuckin' on my exes
Was countin' thirty when I found
Out the bitch was pregnant
You ain't been through what I been through
Nigga you ain't into what I'm into, nigga
You ain't never had to hustle
'cause the rent due, nigga
Put my own work in and send hit's too, nigga
Silver spoon lil' nigga
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' bitches bags
Need to buy a pair of nuts
I was raised around gorillas, nigga
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 nigga, I ain't Alpo or AZ
Came up off purple like I'm from Grape Street
Detroit nigga 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
Nigga heard I hit his bitch 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 nigga
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 bitch eye 'cause
She was starin' too hard
I ain't swipin' no cards
I'm peelin' straight off a stack
Got some niggas ride for me
Came straight off of Mack
I ain't have to hit the road
I was straight off the crack said fuck it
I was gone for a day and was back
Me and my bitch went on tour together, tuh
You and your bitch, y'all look poor together
Nigga
Plug called and said the order ready, ayy
I'm goin' to trial, I hope the lawyer ready
Fuck it in the city ballin' on these
Lil' niggas 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
Niggas, I'm the last left, nigga
(Da Realest)