Paroles Goodtime Ransom.

Goodtime

Let me take yall on a little tour real quick
Walk with me

You see dat stove there?
That’s where I would get it on
The same stove my mom was cooking thanksgiving dinner on
The same oven that when the heat was off, that shit was on
When the burners ain’t work, we lit a tissue to click it on (Real shit)
What you know about having shootouts with six troopers
Tried to search the vehicle had a brick in some bitch Uber
Niggas singin, but I keep somethin heavy to lyft Luther
Beat the case, a couple lawyers
Two jews like Smith Shuster
I’m not ya homie, I don’t know y’all
Don’t wanna hear ya stories bout ya plug duckin the coast guard
My shooters on the bench
Just pray to God that they don’t start
Ran, you should be an actor
I was, in front the parole board
Now I'm Marty from Ozark obtaining wealth
I used to piss on the floor when they was raidin cells
My brother was worst than me cause he was raised in jail
Mama gave birth to demons, now she raisin hell
Know you feel the pain as well
Weight is off, blame the scale
Got niggas rolling in deep, but nah this ain’t Adele
Stay the course, plain as braille
Faint of heart, save ya tales
I brought the Sig on stage like I was Dave Chappelle
And I aim it well
They ain’t have to live dis grind
We used to fight at the table when it was dinner time
Now my drink got a twist of lime
Who you niggas foolin'?
'Cause we ain’t got a bit of time
You didn’t run wit us, but now you here at the finish line

I told niggas I would get a brick, then went and got a brick
(I told niggas I would get a brick, 'n went 'n got it)
I told niggas I would get it lit, and then I got it lit
(I told you I would get it lit)
I told niggas I was gonna get the big body
Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)
I told my shooter, if we miss 'em, we gon' spin around again

When the money low the pressure of the blood high
I used to want the white Mercedes bugeye (I did)
Got it out the mud made the doves fly
Ain’t no pain like when the plug die
Big homie told me don’t you let em owe you one dime (Never)
Usain Bolt it, my nigga, run mine (Sprint it to me)
You know we get busy in the sunshine
You know I’m sending MF DOOM to do the gun firing
Untied it
The bricks came gift wrapped
Of course I hit it wit the Whip Whap, the footprint pack
This that, made it happen where nobody ever made it happen at
They lighting candles where they caught him lackin at
Back when we was rocking Avirexs with the jacket patch
Had it stuffed in the mattress flipping like a acrobat
On the second floor water whippin Cracker Jack
Brought the glass down to they ass like The Shaq Attack

I told niggas I would get a brick, then went and got a brick
(I told niggas I would get a brick, 'n went 'n got it)
I told niggas I would get it lit, and then I got it lit
(I told you I would get it lit)
I told niggas I was gonna get the big body
Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)
I told my shooter, if we miss 'em, we gon' spin around again

I was young fresh as hell
I would fiend over sex and nails
Niggas catchin shells
From guns heavy as kettle bells
I rose to the Ritz from a ghetto where you expect to fail
Goals to get rich but move so low they could never tell
Was feared comin up
This for them times we cried tears wantin love
They watched us starve, but wouldn’t share with none of us
Bossed up and made it hard from them to hear from one of us
So hard that these niggas couldn’t even ear hustle us
I get hate from the ones who ain’t put the work in
So now they mad at me
My wins ain’t adding up to these niggas, it’s simple math to me
What separates a boss from the workers is they salary
What separates the winners from losers is they strategy
It’s feelin like the new Jim Crow
They put a man in the system take all his rights then refuse his vote
Them teachers had y’all sleep
Take ya money, buy the block back
And turn that bitch to the new Black Wall Street

I told niggas I would get a brick, then went and got a brick
(I told niggas I would get a brick, 'n went 'n got it)
I told niggas I would get it lit, and then I got it lit
(I told you I would get it lit)
I told niggas I was gonna get the big body
Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)
I told my shooter, if we miss 'em, we gon' spin around again

I told niggas I would get a brick, then went and got a brick
(I told niggas I would get a brick, 'n went 'n got it)
I told niggas I would get it lit, and then I got it lit
(I told you I would get it lit)
I told niggas I was gonna get the big body
Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)
I told my shooter, if we miss 'em, we gon' spin around again