Mr. NeighborGOOD

This a Mick's Tape Poppin' from the press gate Out the shit's creek Shoulder cold to catch weight This the real deal Holyfield without a deal Holdin' up the status quo Start the fire, yeah Bonafide, fly, bad guy Floatin' in the sky Skippin' with the beat Like a coaster on a ride Remedy repeat Feed the focus, come alive Kill em' in they sleep If they wake up, galvanize Tally high, up the ladder Sayonara, see you later 'Til tomorrow bring the papers As a favor Mr. NeighborGOOD Grew up in the neighborhood Never thought I could be someone That would stay for good So the story goes Sold my soul for student loans Also mental gold Plus the middle, where to go? I'm posted at the road Smokin' pot with Monaco Supposed to be at home Told my parents "adios" Comma closed in my checking Yeah, I'm broke It's all good doe Lately I've been on a roll You know The blue collar, booze saga Lifestyle of Chicago Well It's always details with the females Cheap thrills, three bills Payin' w(ho)le sale Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on And on and on and on We chaunce, we talk that shit Quick Walkin' in kickin' with the sticks Teflon, turbo hit the blitz Bliss, fury from the fist Said, hurry sir, let's dip Y'all start while I'll finish Pity, pot rap Paddy on the track Spittin' rad vintage Raw venom, short winded Pulp Fiction The pulse missin' From the force driven Authentic, the work ethic That concerns effort A firm center off the curb Better be cautiously When you rockin' with the beat I'm the type of motherfucker to take The shoes up off your feet, kid Free kicks Could be Nike or Adidas Speed kills Listen to the voice of reason Deep breaths, yes Don't fight the feeling Tick tock, Papa Doc Time to leave, kid Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on I've been feeling it Feeding off my confidence Conscious, critical to content A contest once I'm coming up With problems Said I'll solve them Saul Goodman, criminal defense Typical for the story of events That you're hearing these days So sad, so stiff My momma always told me They'll be days like this, so Y'all should park up And spark another spliff Catch me at the park, dog I'm barking at your bitch Mask off, fuck it Middle finger to the government Give n' go, get em' son Show em' what you're workin' with Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on