Good Day (feat. OXE)

I feel like a demon when I'm on the mic yuh It's another reason I need you to get hype I don't like to fucking talk Bring your hands out and brawl It's a good day to die but you know I feel alive I'm addicted to highs that gon' put me on a ride It's a good day to woah woah woah woah woah It's a good day to woah woah woah woah woah Yeah it's a good day (yeah yeah) It's a good day Yeah it's a good day a nigga finna get paid Yeah it's a good day (yeah yeah) Yeah it's a good day Yeah it's a good day and I just took that dude's babe Hopped off the horse moving stable with my G's And you know I got that wagon yeah I call it AMG Took a flight to the south but I'm really from the east Bitches wildin' on the table while their V drip S.O.P Met a half mix shawdy and she say she feelin' me I'ma fuck this bitch up help her burn some calories And I still run the city cause my people run the streets If you tryna kick it with me then you know where I'm gon' be At the top yeah And I got let down yeah Early morning told her get out yeah Early bird get the worm So you know I hit the blunt then I get out yeah Gotta watch cause the feds out yeah Opps tryna cut my head out yeah Shawdy wanna give me head in the back of the horse So I tell her get down yeah I feel like a demon when I'm on the mic yuh It's another reason I need you to get hype I don't like to fucking talk Bring your hands out and brawl It's a good day to die but you know I feel alive I'm addicted to highs that gon' put me on a ride It's a good day to woah woah woah woah woah It's a good day to woah woah woah woah woah See when the dollar is being made She's another kind of beast Way she gobble on my pp Got me feeling like a sweet She said nigga take me home so I ride down to the streets Please don't get it twisted mami I'm just here to eat my piece Everybody wants the cake I'm just aiming for the knife When I point it at a nigga bih I swear he gon' take flight Finna hand my self a slice of this pretty apple pie Please excuse my manners madam Mama never gave advice Yeah I got bands for real And I got fans for real I make ehm dance for real Bangs that kill Shawdy she know the drill She tryna bag a mill (She bag a mill) She climb on top of the poll and trust she a thot for real She be hot in the block for real Cause her pussy popping for the clout for real I ain't hit it in the spot for real But I hit her mouth with a shot for real Labels tryna make me sign the deal Tryna turn me to a slave for real I'ma need five hundred thousand Before they ever make a nigga wanna sign a deal Like a hamster I run the wheel Run it give it to my sons for real For real the money be coming in stacks For real the boy is on top of the ranks The deal is coming I'm burning the clock I'm working and struggling sweating non stop but still Killing these verses I'm hot I'm real I'm blessing these curses she wants to squeal Pillow talking all her demons she drowning in seaman Got her acting drunk for real Tummy tuck bitches tryna hit my splif After party and they say they're rolling with I'm the hardest nigga under twenty six If not me then tell me who you think it is Xtendo baby breaking out of all the mist Mystical trapman a fiend on all of this Need a verse gotta put a rack on this I ain't capping I'm a god in all of this Young Sam made that shit slap