Good Lawd

Lyrics

[Intro: Wati Heru] ...B sides, nigga Niggas sayin' Beast Coast, this East Side, nigga [Chorus: Dyme-A-Duzin] I feel like David All I hear is doubtin' (skrrrt) Must not know what I'm about (doot, doot!) Must not know that I'm about it (sheesh) I'll whip their head (Good Lord!) I'll whip their head (Good Lord!) I'll whip their head [Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin] The broad that I'm with exotic I wanted it, went and go it Known for importin' them foreign goddesses into the projects Ashes on her designer, I'm passin' her killa chronic Feel like the city towed now it got no ceiling on it My mistress, we sin in silence Angel name: Ariana Tag teamed her with Ian Connor I'm flee ain't no need for stylists (uh) They don't wanna see me poppin' But I see foresee this prophet Gettin' high with my G6 pilot Astonishment, body shit While they robbin' shit Get no acknowledgement I started this They use my starter kit but I'm the star of this Some sucka shit, they my sons and them Put them on punishment Pop em like they gave their mother lip They just another lick, bitch Everybody got to eat And if I ain't gettin' bodied Then somebody got to beef Got an army all behind me Tryna harm me, y'all deceased Not a sling, I got that heat That got Goliath flat as feet [Chorus: Dyme-A-Duzin] I feel like David All I hear is doubtin' (skrrrt) Must not know what I'm about (doot, doot!) Must not know that I'm about it (sheesh) I'll whip their head (Good Lord!) I'll whip their head (Good Lord!) I'll whip their head [Verse 2: Stro] Uh, yo It be that BK ninja Tryna get a stack with my jeans Had to get back with my team Niggas ain't ready for the grown flow I'm hood, y'all oh, so SOHO Got a boatload of the flows Like water, no [?], it's the martyr Of recorders, y'all just bore us Most y'all niggas only good for a chorus Kill yourselves I ain't get here with help Five fingers, find the media and y'all can see me when I'm dead and gone, better left me lone One try, I did 'em wrong I check fellas like [?] check weather I done met a lot but I never met a better I ain't for the chatter, more for the cheddar Tryna get a piece of the world with the meta- -Phors, bars, with them stars I throw rocks at foreign cars Leave a portion of what you mix with the- Young God just might take an eighth of ya's Gotta pay for such skills, shit is real Y'all don't want drama like Gangsta Grillz Nigga this ain't no mixtape This Hip Hope and my shit potent I'm from the gully where it can get ugly, like Precious, the phony ones don't get the message We wreckin' it, every second There's no second guessin' the lyrical brethren (man) Every minute, I kill it In this, from Brownsville to Mount Phillips Get to know me Who got the dimes? Me and Dymes If a nigga think he live, then we kill 'em with the rhymes [Chorus: Dyme-A-Duzin] I feel like David (Oooh) All I hear is doubtin' (skrrrt, skrrrt) Must not know what I'm about (doot, doot!) Must not know that I'm about it (sheesh) I'll whip their head (Good Lord!) I'll whip their head (Good Lord!) I'll whip their head