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merkules & c-lance - good kid lyrics

[intro]
c’mon man, stop playin’
look

[chorus]
my mama tried to raise a good kid (sorry)
but look at what the hood did
grew up with the bad guys, now i’m doin’ good sh+t
plaques on plaques, there’s no way i ever could miss
look
my mama tried to raise a—
look

[verse 1]
i know she really tried her best at it (yeah)
got a glimpse of the streets and that was when i got obsessed with it (facts)
look inside my mind and you can see the stress i wrestle with (ahh)
my big homies did a couple favours like don’t mention it (don’t worry)
got my first etch+a+sketch and
all i drew was dollar signs (cha+ching)
got my first rolex and i felt like i was father time (bah)
on the grind, didn’t givе a f+ck and never swallowed pridе
make money, take money
i might leave your pockets dry (gimmie that)
this sh+t is crazy when i’m lookin’ back
left that sh+t alone now i push tracks like i’m cookin’ crack (ahh)
my money green and my gold is white and my hoodie’s black (that’s right)
and like a baby in a car seat, we fully strapped (cl!ck, cl!ck, bow, bow, bow)
i was a good kid, i guess i just had bad habits
3xl g+unit jersey on with my pants saggin’ (f+ck em)
back when i used to put chips inside of my ham sandwich
now there’s nine bedrooms in a mansion but they can’t stand it
[chorus]
my mama tried to raise a good kid (good kid)
but look at what the hood did
grew up with the bad guys, now i’m doin’ good sh+t (good sh+t)
plaques on plaques, there’s no way i ever could miss
kickin’ down the door, i just had to get my foot in
my mama tried to raise a good kid (good kid)
but look at what the hood did
grew up with the bad guys now, i’m doin’ good sh+t (good sh+t)
plaques on plaques, there’s no way i ever could miss
kickin’ down the doors, i just had to get my foot in

[verse 2]
i finally got a bed frame for that mattress on the floor (that’s right)
i finally got a big bus for when i have to go on tour (alright)
and i feel like i’m the plug the way they askin’ me for more (what you want?)
all these rappers are my sons, and soon, you’ll have to do your chores (go ahead)
my whole team is full of gentlemen, we reaping all the benefits (ahh)
i’ll battle y’all at once just to see what your potential is (ahh)
this rap sh+t is a breeze to me, you see, it seems so effortless (ahh)
old school like snoop d+o+double+g and sega genesis (ahh)
i got money but i cook my macaroni with the hot dog still
they want smoke that’s how the hotbox feel
it’s like the fridge don’t work the way i got no chill (sheesh)
and just like some fake titties, y’all are not that real (ouch)
back then, you couldn’t get a sip if you don’t chip in (ahh)
it was only seven bucks for that forty of old english (that’s it)
a pack of smokes and a zip of weed, we’re always on the side (yo)
merk mobbin’, that’s for life, what can i say? my mama tried
[chorus]
my mama tried to raise a good kid (good kid)
but look at what the hood did
grew up with the bad guys, now i’m doin’ good sh+t (good sh+t)
plaques on plaques, there’s no way i ever could miss
kickin’ down the door, i just had to get my foot in
my mama tried to raise a good kid (good kid)
but look at what the hood did
grew up with the bad guys now, i’m doin’ good sh+t (good sh+t)
plaques on plaques, there’s no way i ever could miss
kickin’ down the doors, i just had to get my foot in

- merkules c lance lyrics

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