I'm Good

[Verse 1: Amplify Dot] You can probably tell from the attitude I got it Them chicks all bark like a motherfucking forest Playing with me I suggest you set the game to Novice I be putting in work, you're an intern at the office Listen, I'm a boffin So I spit words that you're lost with And then I switch keys so lyrically I'm a locksmith Right hooks like I'm boxing I get top marks like I'm Ronson Them birds stay fly, lyrically they're an Ostrich I'm a boss bitch You niggas playing in your cockpits Braid the hair at the side They probably thought I made pop shit I'm a Don, so kiss the ring and be gone Come to me on the day of my daughter's wedding, (boss) They hanging on by a thread That's irony cause I floss Got diamonds all in my watch And a background in my socks They praying and praying that I fall But nowadays I just ball I walk the walk that I'm talking I be with them cause they cool [Hook: Amplify Dot] She hit me like I'm famous My pockets are Yellow Pages I'm waking up all the neighbours Behaviour getting outrageous I'm good, I'm good I'm good, I'm good Stacking up all these papers My trainers are all the latest Surrounded by famous faces We're here baby I made it I'm good, I'm good I'm good, I'm good [Verse 2: Amplify Dot] Nowadays I'm feeling like my middle name's abada They biting when they see me On mic let me at her Blacked out rolling through the jungle I'm a panther And now my name's spreading They say I'm sicker than cancer Kill 'em with the banter Spin 'em like ballet dancers Spitting with all this venom Playing these snakes and ladders Climbing to the top I'm running every stop sign Kicking down doors like the bailiffs or the cops Kind of like a fucking apple mac I'm never PC, can you handle that? Champion baby, where's your white flag at? Falling to your knees like I blew your back out Got 'em cutting chips like a pumpkin So you know I pull of the dough That's a mother fucking dumpling When you hear my tunes and the bassline's thumping Better know it's about to be something [Hook:] [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] So, y'all niggas can hang your fucking plans up Make you niggas stand up Hands up, hands up! Hands up, hands up! News clips, guess I'm getting new shit, you flip New whips, cruise ships Sailing from the tropics Bitch, I'm back from vacation and let me take' But I'm inside while I break 'em in If you smart nigga, run on! Never the one to front on, nigga, come on! Look around, if you really wanna fuck around, listen (listen)! Safety on my gun is not on And we're black in the spots until they turn the lights in the club on And I'm coming to get your food and get to scrub on Till it's blood up on the dance-floor, yep! Choppa boy, fear squad, done with that Back to the dance I drink up to VIP with the only kind of people that we are chopping, Sir While we are still on liquor We are just in my business Back to counting the moon, I don't wanna move without the A Dot, let 'em keep counting We ain't in a hurry! [Bridge: Amplify Dot] Walk like a champion Me have to talk like a champion And it feels real good to me It feels so good to me, to me, to me, to me Walk like a champion Me have to talk like a champion Rum pa-pa-pum Rum-rum pa-pa-pum pum And it feels so good to me [Hook:]