ScHoolBoy Q
Текст песни I'm Good

[ScHoolboy Q]As a younger age, never really gave a shitJust my grandma arms, kept me out of harmNigga went to class, my football passKept the burner stashed, they ain't gon' catch my assIn the Pontiac with the bad speakersBack then? Shit, I was into sneakersand fitted caps, side kicksMy same bitch, she a down bitchHad a little daughter, glad it ain't a boyKnew she'd bring me joy, so I named her JoyKiss her on her head, then I kiss her lipsThen I kiss her cheek, lay her down to sleepTrials and tribulations helped me through my situationsLittle observations stopped the cops from confrontationsAnd the ghetto bird, and a nigga snitchedBut I'm still dipping, shit, I ain't tripping[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q over

an incomprehensible sample] + (BJ the Chicago Kid)I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...(I know I'm not perfect But I'll still make a decision that make my life still worth it, yea-ea-eahhh And sometimes it may hurt But I know what you see ain't what it's gon' be, cause I know my worth, yeeeaaahhhh...)[ScHoolboy Q]Got a lil' older, nigga seen a lot of shitBeen out in Boston, even got to see the KnicksI've been to Dallas, slap a five with the bench