Wus Good

Lyrics

Yeah, y'all already know me They like tell me wus good? How you doing sir? I'm amazing, I turn away and start to get evasive Don't want no conversation, they got me caged in, I'm losing patience They look at me and see a nigga pacing I'm tryna get away from the commotion but they asking for my views Are you looking for attention? I'm like what's in it to you I'm just working on my building, but that is another story Ask me why I do it? For the glory Niggas bringing all they politics up in the game But neither of these fools are anything of what they claim Like "Homie we don't do it for the money or the fame" Well that's kinda funny I don't really feel the same If ain't about the fame then you woulda kept it silent But you keep throwing your name around with hope to be acknowledged Yeah about the money we got giveaways that's how we plan it but You need the money in the FIRST PLACE, UNDERSTAND it? Well... I can't really talk much, Errbody got their own play Nigga I'm just tryna find my own way, So I seize the day Rapping and trapping and making my music, I pick up a blessing, and pray If you ain't about that green then don't be rolling in my lane, yeah Paper chasing, Imma keep progressing, and obsessing over being better Always someone out there going harder, So I keep myself.. focused I'm reminded of the place I wanna go to By the pain from all the struggles that I been through Voices talking to me, like what could it be I don't wanna make call, With green lights on But I keep my distance, Go back home Better do my dishes, No days off Gotta get to this, No.. Shortcuts I won't do it Working graveyard shifts call a nigga dead serious Wus good? I tell em that I feel amazing I leave em blind to hustle, but they keep on gazing The fire in my soul, even got their joints blazing I'm high on adrenaline you high on my mediciiiine Haha keep calm I ain't done yet Settle down grab a loose stool as I run shit Straight to that C.R.E.A.M, coz, Cash Rules Everything Around Me I march with the spring like it's month 3 Envious and shady, niggas smiling in your face Until they occupy your space to put a nigga in his place And the police got an appetite, my people on they plate Put a gun to the temple have a nigga saying grace Lil nigga bite the dust, now he on the news making headlines But the city feeling up with blues, Finally famous Ain't this amazing, look at the well-wishers Same people that would think to put a bullet in a nigga Yeah, wus good? I swear the times are really changing I look into my life, I think I need some re-arranging Or re-creating, I pick the color get to painting To change the world, I heal within myself ain't no complaining Uhm.. took it back old school on the beat Got the kicks banging like its Kung-fu or some street ish Microphone check, 1-2 As I'm rapping all the details hope I'm getting this to you Draw my thoughts pour emotion in my lyrics Every time I spit niggas always try to break my spirit I'm just saying though, patiently we getting by Some people gotta die to be ranked among the greatest of all time Nevermind that, life has never really been easy The worst pays and the best doesn't come freely Bodies laid down, as we gather here today Yet another mother, getting on her knees as she pray Pursuit of happiness To try and rid the void fill up the emptiness Some people go and mask it with accomplishments and keep it in All that pain and bitterness inside Nigga laughing but the homie'd rather die man