Silver - Good As It Gets lyrics

Ha... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ya dig Verse 1 They thought I was dead and starting preparing a euology I'm a let people talk, you'll never ruin me Sick of all the coonery, wack rap bafoonery You don't my name? you little s**ers better google me I'm a put you on. The differences between you and me; Your girl thinks I'm the cutest thing up on her computer screen Out my hibernation now, they've already cued the king I'm about to k** the game, its an executioning Black hoodies and all Guillotines and swords, k**er schemes in bars So when I spit flames, that kerosene is poured None of y'all haters is k**ing dreams of ours God is talking to me, He revealed it in song I can't explain it all but I feel it in my pores Y'all can't understand how my angel wings enable things Food for thought, guess your boy catering ay Chorus This as good as it get get get get get I'm telling all of y'all I'm a make it to the stars This as good as it get get get get get Now I make the call so I'm gonna take it far And I'm fly away away away away away I'm a be bossin', I'm a be bossin' I'm a be bossin', I'm a be bossin' Verse 2: They thought I was dead and started engraving a tombstone Since the British Invasion, I had'em waiting too long Had to accept the fact some people had moved on Now I got a chip on my shoulder, haters to prove wong People asking me, “who's gonna save the game if you don't?” Got me thinking maybe time to put the cape and suit on Turn into a “Superstar”, get up on my Group Home No more cutting corners cause this life isn't a coupon Watch me go from lukewarm to scorching hot I'm already in my prime like an Autobot I've been known to be an optimist so order shots And we can celebrate life cause this is all I got Screaming yolo is the motto with that Polo on my body I'm a open up them bottles like a mogul at the party Up in Soho with the models and the paparrazzi watch me I'm about to do it big, and show up everybody Chous Verse 3: They thought I was dead and tried to order me a bouquet Open up your nose and smell the roses, it's a new day Touche, you say Shake isn't that new wave I say, “Eff you”. Your Perspective's fugaz Don't call it a comeback word to Ladies Love Cool James You ain't surviving. I'm the highest on the food chain I ain't talking bowling when I'm opening up new lanes I'm a cop a couple Jesus pieces; 2 Chainz Stunting on non believers You say I'm too ambitious and I'm an over achiever Really I'm just smarter, it's hard for you to keep up I've been doing it since Slick Rick's “Mona Lisa” Dome to the speaker, still in my diapers Red microphone attached to my Fisher Price bruh And I live my life behind bars like I'm in Rikers About to k** the game, I'm the hitman for hire Chorus