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Is you good? Is you good? Is you good? Is you good? (is you good?) Uhh The baby sit up on the throne and let his feet dangle I let a rapper feed me grapes, and fan from each angle I like to burn a ounce and tell his girl my feet is sore I raid the fridge and ask my mama what she weeping for Said I ain't the same lately Hide my pain, assess my brain lately Blowing on the dank heavy, wasting hella time faded Don't take much to knock me off my path I get high before I leave 'cause all the small talk and fake apps And all the "where you beens?", the "where you froms?", the "oh, I know your dad!" The Daybreak Star and Zippy Burger, mini van was packed We were sleeping on trampolines, now I'm double-bouncing my bank Word from the wise, these rappers is not as real as you think I know a couple from this city Play my friend, and now they talking sh*t God forbid we happy for somebody else accomplishments, but I been solid since orange slices at halftime District hitting my dad's line: "can you come pick up Trav?" I'm not well, but I'm straight, hey Schlopped up in my cool, heh Everyday for the same It's a symptom of the sickness that I'm getting like every week The reason why nobody from my neighborhood ever see, ayy More than they daddy did, but I want the Caddy Ten I want establishments, f*ck it: I want the baddest b*tch Almost signed for like sixty, but my pockets ain't having it Almost signed to a rapper, but I remember not having sh*t And if I was f*cking good then, ayy Then I'm good now, ayy Used to walk face-down, take a look now, ayy Tell 'em this sh*t ain't no gamble On the up, and I'm passing where everybody expected There's just one question to ask him Like, is you good? Yeah, I'm straight Like the look, love the tape Say: if you could, where would you be? Yeah Say: you can tell me, ain't no one say Is you good? Yeah, I'm paid, uhh They like the look, ayy Nothing to say -- say, say If you could, where would you be? Yeah Say: you can tell me, yeah What would you chase? I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy So don't come around looking for an explanation, baby I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy And imma keep it that way 'cause I love the way you looking at me I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy So don't come around looking for an explanation, baby I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy And imma keep it that way 'cause I love the way you looking at me (is you good?) I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy So don't come around looking for an explanation, baby (is you good?) I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy And imma keep it that way 'cause I love the way you looking at me (is you good?) I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy So don't come around looking for an explanation, baby (is you good?) I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy And imma keep it that way 'cause I love the way you looking at me Know what I'm saying, you got both parents that love you Know what I'm saying, you got your sister, you got your girl, you got all your homies (is you good?) Know what I'm saying, I've been thinking about sh*t like that! I'm like: yo... f*ck I got to complain about? Hahaha (is you good?) Know what I'm saying, it's just because I'm having a little anxiety here and there -- it doesn't mean sh*t, you know what I'm saying? (is you good?) You know he sound like a pus*y, I be in bed stressed like the f*ck is he doing? Ain't got nothing goin', like what--who's hurting you? You feel me? (is you good?) Yeah... I mean ...I've been stressed out too, I'm like Man, I be stressed Yeah, but you gotta make it, you know? You have no choice (is you good?) That's how I see it: I gotta make it, I have no choice I came home the other day (is you good? )and asked my mama for something and she was like stressing me the f*ck out She was like, "you don't look good", "you look like stressed, tired" (is you good?) And I was like, yo: I'm not good Like, f*ck you mean? Like... I was like "f*ck this sh*t" 'cause I was like: sh*t's weak, guys (is you good?) Like, I'm stressed Yeah, I said I'm not having fun no more, I'm just tryina do this sh*t - duh, duh, duh, dah (is you good?) And she was just like, "why?" And she really was just asking me "why" And I stopped her, and I was like: you right *chuckle* (is you good?) I was like: you right, the f*ck am I complaining about? You know what I mean, like What do I got to complain about? Exactly sh*t is beautiful