KA$HDAMI – Good4Me Lyrics

 

Good4Me Lyrics KA$HDAMI

Good4Me  Lyrics

 

Good4Me Lyrics by KA$HDAMI

 

I’m connected with God, that’s why shit be so good for me
Even though I got opps, I know they wouldn’t look for me
Put you on a plate, I got n***** that cook for me
Most of these n***** is not that good to me
No, we can’t lean, I think that you sweet
Boy, don’t get robbed tryna hang with the fleet
Only time you gon’ shoot on that court, you an athlete
Keep my eye on my phone, only Apple could track me
These n***** be lying and making up fables
Wanna shoot it out, but you tagging my label
Every day I thank ma for the food on my table
If I ain’t have this J, I don’t think I’d be stable
I remember the times when a n**** wasn’t able
Now a n**** up, I’m the one that’s supplying
My gang not recruiting, no, we not inviting
Got a white plug and he look like Tobias

I don’t care if my brother wrong, I’m still sliding
Shorty wanna make love when we fighting
I just wanna smoke a blunt ’til I’m flying
If I don’t got my J, punch him, Mike Tyson
We full-court pressed, now my ankle need icing
That sound unreleased ’cause these n***** be biting
Beefing with me, I would not advise it
N***** keep playing like we the ones hiding
N****, we not
Got a couple phone calls that can send you to God
Swimming with the sharks without fish on my rod
I guess n***** think being fake get you far
I found a couple snakes in my backyard
Black tinted big body, we not in no car
Talking shit about me, I cannot regard
Sensei always told me I was gon’ be a star
KA$HDAMI always setting the bar
Couldn’t act like me, you’d never fit the par
I knew n***** was been hating from the start
And you wanna hang now, but I see how you flipped
‘Cause the gang going up, every week a new trip
Got bitches flying state to state for this dick
You gotta match my timing if you in the whip
I’m in the function still clutching on my stick
My moves never go wrong ’cause we plan out the mission
The gun that boy toting don’t got ammunition
I go where I want, I don’t need no permission
G-O-A-T, I’m the definition
Crowd surf in my Off-Whites, limited edition
I’m not no rapper, bitch, I’m a musician
My girl gotta have hope, she can’t be too submissive
The point that I’m making, I think n***** miss it
This life that I’m living is getting exquisite
I got meetings on meetings, the bag, I can’t miss it
But when I’m on the road, it’s my family I’m missing
But I got a plan
Generational wealth, I provide, I’m a stand up man
N***** want beef, but won’t go band for band
You don’t speak when I speak, my respect, I demand
These n***** can’t do what I can
I been over my time, I’ma show who I am

I’m connected to God, that’s why shit be so good for me
Even though I got opps, I know they wouldn’t look for me
Put you on a plate, I got n***** that cook for me
Most of these n***** is not that good to me
No, we can’t lean, I think that you sweet
Boy, don’t get robbed tryna hang with the fleet
Only time you gon’ shoot on that court, you an athlete
Keep my eye on my phone, only Apple could track me
These n***** be lying and making up fables
Wanna shoot it out, but you tagging my label
Every day I thank ma for the food on my table
If I ain’t have this J, I don’t think I’d be stable
I remember the times when a n**** wasn’t able
Now a n**** up, I’m the one that’s supplying
My gang not recruiting, no, we not inviting
Got a white plug and he look like Tobias