Donnie Trumpet - Still Good lyrics

[Calez] Yeah, yeah yeah [Alex Wiley] Good, good, good, good, and all my homies doing good, good, good, good, good [Chorus: Calez] And all my homies doing good, good... good, good, good x2 [Verse 1: Calez] It's like Michelangelo, hisself came down to protect us Most infectious, he speak that confidence we own these records If God is for us who should be against us? Don't tense up, when you see these wholly credentials, make mental notes I write so hard, my pen gon' soak between my bars you gon' pen you post I came to give these black kids hope I'm in the hood winking but you know I ain't no joke I used to sing the morning hymn Then my n***a Willy pa**ed now I'm mourning him But it's okay, and it's alright I'd probably take a flight to heaven if I could tonight In spite of, all of the bullsh**, man, we in the hood still My homie grabbed his brews, you know I got the grill These people got to chill when they mention my name, they don't know where I'm from or where I've came And I'm from the Southside [Chorus] x 2 [Verse 2: Alex Wiley] And all my homies doing good, good... good, good, good, x2 I know everyone talk like everybody's up Im finna smoke a one lemme know you're doing good Everybody trying to grow, who really got the seeds though? Everybody acting, acting like they got the lead role Everybody playing, playing like they got the lead though Everybody focused on the ones who got the needs though Missed me with the fussin I don't give a f** I'm smoking dope in public and it never just need for no discussion These n***as put me to sleep they got just like robitussin I am from the city where the n***as get the busting If you ain't got a ride just take the train or take the bus then The cops as quick a thing had no warm this state is busting Then they got the nerve to wonder why we never trust them We just take the woods and then we stuffed them like f** them [Chorus] x 2 [Verse 3: Mick Jenkins] I mean what we really talking Police k**ing kids outside they buildings Chalking hopscotch crosses we take the losses I'm still talking water Pray to Charlie's Angels We just want some Farrah Fawcetts in Detroit Sinked it from half court, still can't get three points How hard is it to recognize that as a key point I drop key points no CP3, and pa** piss like I see PO Every three weeks I check in on my n***a cuz she EMT Seen n***as unravel with they guts empty Like back woods, we act good, we still got sh** though We still in grime-o, we still gon' pop though like we all got crisco Then put it over instrumental I get reflective when I hit the Citgo Take a second just to kick it with my kinfolk You can feel the good all in my pen stroke [Chorus] Yeah, my man Rollie Piroli I see you They gon' have to give us all the money this year, changing the world Good, good I'm Good