Aye this ya boy Petty Tang, uh
Of course we got, Young Chulo, ChuloSeason in the building
Uh, I wanna give a shout out to everybody in the uh
Jacksonville, Florida, Georgia area, you know, shout out to everybody
Uh, we just here, for the symphony, let's get the show started
Let's go
I came out the bottom, to the top I'm reaching
Got me ready for the world, I see snakes and I see leeches
I stay in my own lane, no games over here boy
Not associated with them thangs that you hear bout
Tryna get a mill out this motherf*cking hip-hop
After bout a couple I'm a save my change and dip out
Still on my gri-zind, that money on my mi-zind
I ain't playing this time, I'm giving y'all the biz-ni
Strap on my person
I don't trust nan-nutta nigga on this earth with my motherf*cking purpose
Plenty times it hurt me, a nigga wanna dish out
Don't wanna be the best at nothing, I just wanna get mine
Shout out to Chulo, now I know that you know
Ain't nobody f*cking with them boys from the Duv doe
You ain't on the level of these two pros, too cold
You finna stuck without a loophole, you know
The music full of class like a symphony
Reality check finna cash out, we finna eat
Yeah, nigga I don't feel your energy
But if it's war them soldiers taught me kill the enemy
Naw, I ain't never been a thug nigga
But them shotty's coming with them slugs nigga
But Lord forgive me I'm a hood nigga
I ain't no problem, I'm a good nigga
Yeah, that's what I tell 'em
Thoughts of a felon in my cerebellum
Labor to make my broke days seldom
So if this music ain't selling I got cocaine specials
Watch how the scales measure
Life's cool, it could be better
You know, good weed, bitches in Jamaican weather
But I'm a dreamer
Ducking terrors, a past full of errors, cheating the reaper
Much as I fell on my face, I ain't even got misdemeanors, ohh
Luck of the draw, blessed from my head to my drawls
They say the more you withdraw, the more problems you cause without being the cause
That nigga preaching, Lord knows I got my demons
I spent many niggas with my niggas copping kilo's from Jesus
Don't judge me it's just the evils, uhh
Good intentions illegal, uhh
All my moves incognito, uhh
Problems big as my ego, uhh
Prayer, Henny and diesel, uhh
Keep me from killing people, uhh
They quick to show your mistakes, they'll never show off ya bueno, nigga
The music full of class like a symphony
Reality check finna cash out, we finna eat
Yeah, nigga I don't feel your energy
But if it's war them soldiers taught me kill the enemy
Naw, I ain't never been a thug nigga
But them shotty's coming with them slugs nigga
But Lord forgive me I'm a hood nigga
I ain't no problem, I'm a good nigga
Good nigga
Good nigga
Good nigga
Good nigga tryna be the greatest
Look what you made me, look what you made me
Hello world, I'm yo baby
Lord, this Henny got me crazy, even my friends look shady
Feel like church couldn't save me
Riding without the safety, boy I'm clutching and waiting
Running thin on my patience, tired of running from Satan
Time ticking and wasting, pockets sick of being vacant
Check in room 45, I got the key to your chamber
No apologies, I hope you forgive me
They tried to hold me back so long, now look who they envy
I know you see me, clearly
Good nigga product of my city
Chulo Ramon - Good Nigga (feat. Larry Bellyfaté) Lyrics
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Aye this ya boy Petty Tang, uh
Of course we got, Young Chulo, ChuloSeason in the building
Uh, I wanna give a shout out to everybody in the uh
Jacksonville, Florida, Georgia area, you know, shout out to everybody
Uh, we just here, for the symphony, let's get the show started
Let's go
I came out the bottom, to the top I'm reaching
Got me ready for the world, I see snakes and I see leeches
I stay in my own lane, no games over here boy
Not associated with them thangs that you hear bout
Tryna get a mill out this motherf*cking hip-hop
After bout a couple I'm a save my change and dip out
Still on my gri-zind, that money on my mi-zind
I ain't playing this time, I'm giving y'all the biz-ni
Strap on my person
I don't trust nan-nutta nigga on this earth with my motherf*cking purpose
Plenty times it hurt me, a nigga wanna dish out
Don't wanna be the best at nothing, I just wanna get mine
Shout out to Chulo, now I know that you know
Ain't nobody f*cking with them boys from the Duv doe
You ain't on the level of these two pros, too cold
You finna stuck without a loophole, you know
The music full of class like a symphony
Reality check finna cash out, we finna eat
Yeah, nigga I don't feel your energy
But if it's war them soldiers taught me kill the enemy
Naw, I ain't never been a thug nigga
But them shotty's coming with them slugs nigga
But Lord forgive me I'm a hood nigga
I ain't no problem, I'm a good nigga
Yeah, that's what I tell 'em
Thoughts of a felon in my cerebellum
Labor to make my broke days seldom
So if this music ain't selling I got cocaine specials
Watch how the scales measure
Life's cool, it could be better
You know, good weed, bitches in Jamaican weather
But I'm a dreamer
Ducking terrors, a past full of errors, cheating the reaper
Much as I fell on my face, I ain't even got misdemeanors, ohh
Luck of the draw, blessed from my head to my drawls
They say the more you withdraw, the more problems you cause without being the cause
That nigga preaching, Lord knows I got my demons
I spent many niggas with my niggas copping kilo's from Jesus
Don't judge me it's just the evils, uhh
Good intentions illegal, uhh
All my moves incognito, uhh
Problems big as my ego, uhh
Prayer, Henny and diesel, uhh
Keep me from killing people, uhh
They quick to show your mistakes, they'll never show off ya bueno, nigga
The music full of class like a symphony
Reality check finna cash out, we finna eat
Yeah, nigga I don't feel your energy
But if it's war them soldiers taught me kill the enemy
Naw, I ain't never been a thug nigga
But them shotty's coming with them slugs nigga
But Lord forgive me I'm a hood nigga
I ain't no problem, I'm a good nigga
Good nigga
Good nigga
Good nigga
Good nigga tryna be the greatest
Look what you made me, look what you made me
Hello world, I'm yo baby
Lord, this Henny got me crazy, even my friends look shady
Feel like church couldn't save me
Riding without the safety, boy I'm clutching and waiting
Running thin on my patience, tired of running from Satan
Time ticking and wasting, pockets sick of being vacant
Check in room 45, I got the key to your chamber
No apologies, I hope you forgive me
They tried to hold me back so long, now look who they envy
I know you see me, clearly
Good nigga product of my city
Of course we got, Young Chulo, ChuloSeason in the building
Uh, I wanna give a shout out to everybody in the uh
Jacksonville, Florida, Georgia area, you know, shout out to everybody
Uh, we just here, for the symphony, let's get the show started
Let's go
I came out the bottom, to the top I'm reaching
Got me ready for the world, I see snakes and I see leeches
I stay in my own lane, no games over here boy
Not associated with them thangs that you hear bout
Tryna get a mill out this motherf*cking hip-hop
After bout a couple I'm a save my change and dip out
Still on my gri-zind, that money on my mi-zind
I ain't playing this time, I'm giving y'all the biz-ni
Strap on my person
I don't trust nan-nutta nigga on this earth with my motherf*cking purpose
Plenty times it hurt me, a nigga wanna dish out
Don't wanna be the best at nothing, I just wanna get mine
Shout out to Chulo, now I know that you know
Ain't nobody f*cking with them boys from the Duv doe
You ain't on the level of these two pros, too cold
You finna stuck without a loophole, you know
The music full of class like a symphony
Reality check finna cash out, we finna eat
Yeah, nigga I don't feel your energy
But if it's war them soldiers taught me kill the enemy
Naw, I ain't never been a thug nigga
But them shotty's coming with them slugs nigga
But Lord forgive me I'm a hood nigga
I ain't no problem, I'm a good nigga
Yeah, that's what I tell 'em
Thoughts of a felon in my cerebellum
Labor to make my broke days seldom
So if this music ain't selling I got cocaine specials
Watch how the scales measure
Life's cool, it could be better
You know, good weed, bitches in Jamaican weather
But I'm a dreamer
Ducking terrors, a past full of errors, cheating the reaper
Much as I fell on my face, I ain't even got misdemeanors, ohh
Luck of the draw, blessed from my head to my drawls
They say the more you withdraw, the more problems you cause without being the cause
That nigga preaching, Lord knows I got my demons
I spent many niggas with my niggas copping kilo's from Jesus
Don't judge me it's just the evils, uhh
Good intentions illegal, uhh
All my moves incognito, uhh
Problems big as my ego, uhh
Prayer, Henny and diesel, uhh
Keep me from killing people, uhh
They quick to show your mistakes, they'll never show off ya bueno, nigga
The music full of class like a symphony
Reality check finna cash out, we finna eat
Yeah, nigga I don't feel your energy
But if it's war them soldiers taught me kill the enemy
Naw, I ain't never been a thug nigga
But them shotty's coming with them slugs nigga
But Lord forgive me I'm a hood nigga
I ain't no problem, I'm a good nigga
Good nigga
Good nigga
Good nigga
Good nigga tryna be the greatest
Look what you made me, look what you made me
Hello world, I'm yo baby
Lord, this Henny got me crazy, even my friends look shady
Feel like church couldn't save me
Riding without the safety, boy I'm clutching and waiting
Running thin on my patience, tired of running from Satan
Time ticking and wasting, pockets sick of being vacant
Check in room 45, I got the key to your chamber
No apologies, I hope you forgive me
They tried to hold me back so long, now look who they envy
I know you see me, clearly
Good nigga product of my city
Writer: Brandin Ross
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