I'm Good

[Hook: Kanye West (Scratched)] Like we always do at this time [Verse 1: Michael Christmas] I said squaaaaad the fuck up Hit my nigga [?], tell him pull the truck up Finna fuck that bitch that said I couldn't do it, actin' stuck up My niggas put the drugs up, we used to put our lunch up Bettin' on the Pokémon battle or wrestling matches Foggy glasses, I step off the stage, proceed to laugh How I get this far? Give a year, how you get this cough? Seventh grade, how you get them bars? I am confused, I hate these dudes that ask questions Leather pants kickin' birds out feather vans Watch quadruple Ks, Keenan, Kel and Kim Kardashian And fucked her man, and fuck your fans, and fuck your friends I'm with some old bitches tryna fuck again Cause I'm a different nigga, I got a different plan Tomorrow never promised me nothin' but bein' broke And all I ever wanted was extra sleep and some dome [Hook] [Verse 2: Astro] While y'all fad follow, I'm tryna up my dough Such a star, I'd probably get boo'd at the Apollo I spit sick swallow, then dro'd up I know when you know I'm pullin' cards like Uno Crew so real that we ain't gotta deal Long as the block think it's hot then we got mass appeal Put a fork in the pitch and if y'all ain't with it, we ain't bitchin' Some only feel the heat when it's money in the kitchen Rippin' tracks like it's for my freedom The don, what you thought, y'all could beat him? If rap's a sport, I [?] like Derülo Sharp like a vato, lines over your culo I kick shit 'til the flavor is good Y'all spit rich shit but still live in the hood I don't own leather pants, never dance The Nae Nae's a no no, I might hit the Shmoney on the low though [Hook] [Verse 3: Termanology] It's the sultan, sittin' on the throne made of diamonds Polyester robe with the linen in the linin' Gold microphone trap the words I'm designin' Your girl give emoji red hearts when I'm rhymin' Helicopter rise with my Js swingin' in the wind If I'ma make it rain, it's for the kids in the tenements We givin' out turkeys in the winter Rap Robin Hood, make sure every lil' kid get a dinner The Mustang peel out, smoke like 9-11 Rhymin' legend, time again and time again the comp is shredded Feelin' like Kane in '87, the greatest ever Grew up in the '90s, to me that was the greatest era Give me a mic, some turntables and some speakers For me it's like a fully packed church to the preacher Knowledge reigns supreme, 'Ology the new teacher And I brought some new killers with me rhymin' on the features Jesus [Hook]