404landon, Kng, & Ardour - The Good Life Outro

Ayo ma, you ever had a real one
I see ya boyfriend got you dressing like a pilgrim
Kick it wit ya boy one time one time
Imma make it clap drum line line it what it sound like
I’m so fuckin braggadocios
I don’t even think of you niggas as opponents
I gotta laugh
The beat in body bags
For real Watch the chorus pass
Y’all really scared of a real nigga huh
Looking at my ice and it’s chill nigga huh
Nothing but Buffalo, bills nigga huh
Niggas really hate that we real widdit huh
Y’all really scared of a real nigga huh
Looking at my ice and it’s chill nigga huh
Nothing but Buffalo, bills nigga huh
Niggas really hate that we real widdit huh
Popped our nice now niggas love to hate
Fuck what they say
Ima get paid
Catch me in the booth or somewhere outta space
Uncouth truth you should really know your place
Outta line
Outa step
I been playing money fetch
I ain’t even have to stop counting yet
These niggas been tryna take me out my step
Fuck it ima ride till I gotta walk
I been on my grind stepping over chalk
I was down low laying in the dark
Funny how a pen click start a spark
I was mixing Light Bacardi and the dArk
I was mixing good weed with the liquor
I had to step back peep the bigger picture
Tell my friends home man I’ll really miss yah
But when I blast off then I’m off GO
Riding through the hood after payday
Gonna get a eighth cop a Dutch and get faded
Momma used put me in some shoes not K Swiss
More like “ugh, what the fuck they name is”
Wanna get a Cartier bracelet
Just to show my Instagram followers I made it
Grind no faking
This world?
Mine for the taking
Fine imma make it
Treat life like 2K
Shaking and baking
Y’all really scared of a real nigga huh
Looking at my ice and it’s chill nigga huh
Nothing but Buffalo, bills nigga huh
Niggas really hate that we real widdit huh
Y’all really scared of a real nigga huh
Looking at my ice and it’s chill nigga huh
Nothing but Buffalo, bills nigga huh
Niggas really hate that we real widdit huh
Lotta niggas ain’t themselves these days
Got me saying what the hell these days
Reminiscing on the Hell we raised
Thank God we ain’t in jail these days
And it’s like these niggas come with static
Hold the automatic
Put it to your dome if you ain’t established
So I got to move up in the attics
I ain’t with the antics
Yo pockets slim and yo bitch embarrassed
I spent at least a hundred on this fabric
All cash
You heard the boys in the work you tryna drop fast
Let me make myself clear
To match up with the squad need at least about a year
I know this something special you could feel it in the air
Why you scared just prepare
404 we coming on the rear
With a chair for your neck like edge
Just pay respect or dead
And if not I guess we pumping up lead

Written by:
Corey Hernandez, Jacob Watkins

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