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      I'm Good

      ScHoolboy Q

      Album: Setbacks

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      As a younger age, never really gave a shit
      Just my grandma arms, kept me out of harm
      Nigga went to class, my football pads
      Kept the burner stashed, they ain't gon' catch my ass
      In the pontiac with the bad speakers
      Back then? Shit, I was into sneakers
      And fitted caps, side kicks
      My same bitch, she a down bitch
      
      Had a little daughter, glad it ain't a boy
      Knew she'd bring me joy, so I named her joy
      Kiss her on her head, then I kiss her lips
      Then I kiss her cheek, lay her down to sleep
      Trials and tribulations helped me through my situations
      Little observations stopped the cops from confrontations
      And the ghetto bird, and a nigga snitched
      But I'm still dipping, shit, I ain't tripping
      
      I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...
      I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...
      I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...
      I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...
      (Bj the chicago kid)
      (I know I'm not perfect
      But I'll still make a decision that make
      My life still worth it, yea-ea-eahhh
      And sometimes it may hurt
      But I know what you see ain't what it's gon' be
      Cause I know my worth, yeeeaaahhhh...)
      
      Got a lil' older, nigga seen a lot of shit
      Been out in boston, even got to see the knicks
      I've been to dallas, slap a five with the bench
      Back to the hood where niggas betting on the six
      But shit is crazy
      Lil' teisha and tamika bout to kill they babies
      Pregnant at the same time, and they think that shit is cute
      Always running from the truth, bigger dream they must pursue
      
      And they babies wasn't in it
      Just going bout they business in the club
      She off of guinness, adioses with the lemon
      V.I.p. She dreams of, in the club looking for mean buzz
      In a dress looking distinctive
      Ass hanging, got that ass hanging with the biggest baller in the club
      Ain't got a dub, but she want some love
      Wasn't polite, but she feel it's right (feel it's right)
      Lay it down, then he dimmed the lights, played it right for the night
      
      Uh, ignorance is bliss, but to know is pain
      No matter what we reap, we still sow the same
      The concept of change is second-rate to change
      Either way around, the cycle still remains
      Out my project window, observing the wannabes blowing endo
      Shooting dice on the corner, big homie roll up with his kinfolk
      Unfold a stack on 'em like, what they hitting for?
      Slamming the doors on his benzo
      
      He left the engine running, bumping something sounding like
      Late eighties r&b, trunk full of china white
      Type of nigga ladies like, known dope dealer
      Money, cash, hoes getter, slash stone cold killer
      He can't sleep at night, his victim's eyes piercing through his soul
      He wake up every time his eyes close
      That's who them young boys aspire to see
      Underneath the palm trees, that's who they dying to be
      But I'm good

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