K-Yall - GOOD4U (feat. Smallz)

Uh-Uhhh
And we be out here...
Yeah, Yeah
And ain't that usually how they do it?
Genie outta the bottle, they only hearin' the music
And we be out here shoutin'
I can't seem to call it
And all 'em, they call us dumb, young and over influenced
I'm stretching the arm as long as it could go
As long as niggas know that I'm charmed
I loved you from the start, that's usually how it fall apart
I put my heart in a box with a lock, right next to you
And if it stay there forever I thought that it could be okay
Even when every corner we turned, you staring at my face
Asked me what's this sposed to be, what if we just in outer space?
And we not in each other's orbit, we floatin', driftin' away?
I rather hush a conversation than to say. You hated that
"Take a break", you told me patience more useful than gettin' mad
Either way I gotta take a shot at it, I'm gettin' fast
Niggas gotta catch up to me either way nigga, they mad
Still flippin' my hands, picturing mirror man fingerin' bands
Developed the plan, scribbled it down and ran
Look at him now, I made 'em sing my nigga
Shorty a fan
She did a handstand again
I came around
I came around ya
You was in the way
So I went around ya
I went around ya
Ain't pullin' me down, gotta go myself
Swear I gotta get round from this
Gotta stay down for this
But it's no good for me
Good for you
Good for me
(Good for meeee)
It's not good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
This can't be good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
Ain't unruly how he do it?
Feels out of the water, he only headed back to it
And who the fuck gon tell him?
He won't hear us calling, I called him
He hit back said "It's politics, all talk, and they oughta be ready"
As long as he could talk he said ALL NIGGAS BUILD MORE FARMS
Man...
That was 2 O'Clock, and he hung up on the dot
I figured all of my luck would allot, might get it soon
And if it rain: the umbrellas, Rihanna shit'll keep us safe
Spending every morning relearning my dreams when I wake
Fixate a lot as is, add nightmares and it's great
World simply ain't as gorgeous as I really use to think
Fillin' my tank, running on empty thanks then
Looked at my hands, seen it was mine to grab
Look at him now
I made 'em sing my nigga, Shorty a fan
She did a handstand, again
I came around
I came around ya
You was in the way
So I went around ya
I went around ya
Ain't pullin' me down, gotta go myself
Swear I gotta get round from this
Gotta stay down for this
But it's no good for me
Good for you
Good for me
No it's not good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
This can't be good for me
Good for you
This can't be good for me
Good for you
I been overcoming these obstacles
Flow is tropical I'm starting heat waves
Line of sight like a heat ray, I put the beat in the hospital
All these niggas is obsolete
And it's obvious they
Don't see the optical, in my prime like a Optimus
Opulence is the only option
About my bread, I got hella sauce, that's the only topping
You only want sex and money, why that's the only topic?
Lyrical activist, droppin' ink like an octopus
See the bull through the oculus
Hate when niggas is actin' up
You losin' sight, the career just ain't movin' fast enough
You save yo money my nigga,
Instead of cashin' out, trappin' out
Only leave niggas with wallets catchin' up, rollin' hash just to hash it out
We did our style like the dinner plate, we just mash it up
I don't know if we gon' make it, cause we ain't trash enough
But speaking factually has proven way more satisfying than crying
Steady lying and cappin'
Actually, subtractin' fake is addin' up
All the phoney love, I done had enough. They bandwagon
What you notice? The intelligence or my pants saggin'
Funny how the people who be dapper didn't like it
Now they be the first to dap him up
Swerve 'em with the ass draggin'
Tell the game that I got his toe tag
A soldier boy, how could I have no swag?
Grew up in the comfort of your mama's sofa, but you diggin' Sosa
Now you "bout that life" homie, shit is so sad
I like my filters long and I like the filter lowpass
Stay up in my lane, laugh at haters as I go past
And it ain't even like I find that they be moving slow
But I'm just quick to get progression so a nigga gotta go fast
And so far, it's no task, I go hard
I been up in my Goyard
And I ain't had a Glo up
So who the fuck are all these people asking me to show up?
I wish somebody told me gettin' older don't mean that you finna grow up
And that's real shit
I came around ya
(And that's real shit...)
You was in the way
So I went around ya
I went around ya
Ain't pullin' me down, gotta go myself
Swear I gotta get round from this
Gotta stay down for this
But it's no good for me
Good for you
Good for me
(Good for meeee)
It's not good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
This can't be good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you

Written by:
Asher Small, Austin Harriott-Stewart

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