Good Nigga (feat. Larry Bellyfaté)

Aye this ya boy Petty Tang, uh Of course we got, Young Chulo, ChuloSeason in the building Uh, I wanna give a shout out to everybody in the uh Jacksonville, Florida, Georgia area, you know, shout out to everybody Uh, we just here, for the symphony, let's get the show started Let's go I came out the bottom, to the top I'm reaching Got me ready for the world, I see snakes and I see leeches I stay in my own lane, no games over here boy Not associated with them thangs that you hear bout Tryna get a mill out this motherfucking hip-hop After bout a couple I'm a save my change and dip out Still on my gri-zind, that money on my mi-zind I ain't playing this time, I'm giving y'all the biz-ni Strap on my person I don't trust nan-nutta nigga on this earth with my motherfucking purpose Plenty times it hurt me, a nigga wanna dish out Don't wanna be the best at nothing, I just wanna get mine Shout out to Chulo, now I know that you know Ain't nobody fucking with them boys from the Duv doe You ain't on the level of these two pros, too cold You finna stuck without a loophole, you know The music full of class like a symphony Reality check finna cash out, we finna eat Yeah, nigga I don't feel your energy But if it's war them soldiers taught me kill the enemy Naw, I ain't never been a thug nigga But them shotty's coming with them slugs nigga But Lord forgive me I'm a hood nigga I ain't no problem, I'm a good nigga Yeah, that's what I tell 'em Thoughts of a felon in my cerebellum Labor to make my broke days seldom So if this music ain't selling I got cocaine specials Watch how the scales measure Life's cool, it could be better You know, good weed, bitches in Jamaican weather But I'm a dreamer Ducking terrors, a past full of errors, cheating the reaper Much as I fell on my face, I ain't even got misdemeanors, ohh Luck of the draw, blessed from my head to my drawls They say the more you withdraw, the more problems you cause without being the cause That nigga preaching, Lord knows I got my demons I spent many niggas with my niggas copping kilo's from Jesus Don't judge me it's just the evils, uhh Good intentions illegal, uhh All my moves incognito, uhh Problems big as my ego, uhh Prayer, Henny and diesel, uhh Keep me from killing people, uhh They quick to show your mistakes, they'll never show off ya bueno, nigga The music full of class like a symphony Reality check finna cash out, we finna eat Yeah, nigga I don't feel your energy But if it's war them soldiers taught me kill the enemy Naw, I ain't never been a thug nigga But them shotty's coming with them slugs nigga But Lord forgive me I'm a hood nigga I ain't no problem, I'm a good nigga Good nigga Good nigga Good nigga Good nigga tryna be the greatest Look what you made me, look what you made me Hello world, I'm yo baby Lord, this Henny got me crazy, even my friends look shady Feel like church couldn't save me Riding without the safety, boy I'm clutching and waiting Running thin on my patience, tired of running from Satan Time ticking and wasting, pockets sick of being vacant Check in room 45, I got the key to your chamber No apologies, I hope you forgive me They tried to hold me back so long, now look who they envy I know you see me, clearly Good nigga product of my city