I'm Good Songtext

These shoes are hard to fill (Uh), them shits you'd never fit in
Lil' mama want some children (Yeah), I want my first million
Honestly, I'm good, though, I just wanna know the feeling
Sure as shooting, boy, I'm good, I been routing for the villains (Swish)
Trae Young back in the Garden, young boy, I stay winning (Yeah)
Make it rain, James Hardеn, while I'm Kyrie Irving chilling (Yeah)
And if you try somе funny shit, I'll tell your ass good riddance (Uh)
The world tried to curve us, I want my shot, Moderna
I know you feel my energy, I think I feel the yerba
My mind is outta world, outta service, at your service
And if we never make it, then I guess you don't deserve us
This ain't David vs. Goliath (Uh), it's Kenny versus Spenny
You thinking I got issues (Yeah), I tell you I got plenty
Pinching pennies through my twenties (Woo), to killin' shit like Kenny
After hours off the Henny, boy, I'm good like Denny's
I was raised by the hooligans, the goonies, and the bullies
And I've never met a woman that could understand me fully
And I usually don't do this, but today I bought some jewelry
She asked me how I'm paying and I told her ass to google me
I'm always 'bout my foolery, spending money stupidly (Woo) Look back at who I used to be, I'm truly staying true to me (Woo)
This ain't nothing new to me, I'm always under scrutiny (Yeah)
Killin' shit and doing me, this could be my eulogy
My pops got over cancer, see, who are you to cancel me?
You do you and I do me, but really, who are you to me?
And since we talkin' truthfully, don't miss the opportunity
To really be for real, to tell the truth to your community

Uh, the Kids up, feelin' like a million bucks (Ayy, ayy)
Catchin' dubs, we the shit, bubble guts (Ayy, ayy)
With the fam, now my hand a royal flush
'Cause I'm good, baby, I said I'm good, baby, baby
Talkin' down on the boy, tell 'em hush (Ayy, ayy)
Makin' moves that'll make you double up (Ayy, ayy)
With the fam, now my hand a royal flush
'Cause I'm good, baby, I said I'm good, baby, baby

I'm a warrior, Hell-raiser
Bet the bank, break the bank, thank Creator
Light the sage when I pray, I got haters
To the top when I pop, peep the braid up, ayy, yeah (Yeah)
Love me or love me nots (Nots), I'm neechie to the mocs (Mocs)
No Mr. Nice Watch, I'm running on Creator's clocks
Crabs in the bucket talks, I tell 'em kick 'em rocks
'Cause my only two L's here have been my luscious locks (Yee)
I'm steady rezzing, bad boy like Pistons
No lie, my uncle used to call me Snotty Pippen (Snotty Nose)
I grew up with the freaks and geeks, that's Cirque du Soleil
So blame it on my DNA, I hit 'em with the heya-hey
And I'm forever 'cause I'm never too much (Nah)
I do just what I does and you just blow my buzz (Ayy)
It's a damn shame, my own people do me greasy
I ain't never rocking Gucci, but I'm gucci, my neechie, shit, I'm good

The Kids up, feelin' like a million bucks (Ayy, ayy)
Catchin' dubs, we the shit, bubble guts (Ayy, ayy)
With the fam, now my hand a royal flush
'Cause I'm good, baby, I said I'm good, baby, baby
Talkin' down on the boy, tell 'em hush (Ayy, ayy)
Makin' moves that'll make you double up (Ayy, ayy)
With the fam, now my hand a royal flush
'Cause I'm good, baby, I said I'm good, baby, baby