Still Good

[Calez] Yeah, yeah yeah [Alex Wiley] Good, good, good, good, and all my homies doing good, good, good, good, good [Chorus: Calez] And all my homies doing good, good... good, good, good x2 [Verse 1: Calez] It's like Michelangelo, hisself came down to protect us Most infectious, we speak that confidence here on these records If God is for us who should be against us? Don't tense up, when you see these holy credentials, make mental notes I write so hard, my pen gon' soak you tweet my bars you gon' pen you post I came to give these black kids hope I'm in the hood winking but you know I ain't no joke, no Rakim I used to sing the morning hymn Then my nigga Willie passed now I'm mourning him But it's okay, and it's alright I'd probably take a flight to heaven if I could tonight In spite of, all of the bullshit, man, we in the hood still My homie grabbed his brews, you know I got the grill These people got to chill when they mention my name, they don't know where I'm from or where I've came And I'm from the Southside [Chorus] x 2 [Verse 2: Alex Wiley] And all my homies doing good, good... good, good, good, x2 I know everyone talk like everybody's up Im finna smoke a one lemme know you're doing good Everybody trying to grow, who really got the seeds though? Everybody acting, acting like they got the lead role Everybody playing, playing like they got the lead though Everybody focused on the ones who got the needs though Missed me with the fussin I don't give a fuck I'm smoking dope in public and it never just need for no discussion These niggas put me to sleep they got just like robitussin I am from the city where the niggas get the busting If you ain't got a ride just take the train or take the bus then The cops is crooked ain't got no warrant they just bust in Then they got the nerve to wonder why we never trust them We just take the woods and then we stuffed them like fuck them [Chorus] x 2 [Verse 3: Mick Jenkins] I mean what we really talking Police killing kids outside they buildings Chalking hopscotch crosses we take the losses I'm still talking water Pray to Charlie's Angels We just want some Farrah Fawcetts in Detroit Sinked it from half court, still can't get three points How hard is it to recognize that as a key point I drop key points no CP3, and pass piss like I see PO Every three weeks I check in on my nigga cuz she EMT Seen niggas unravel with they guts empty Like back woods, we act good, we still got shit though We still in grind mode, we still gon' pop though like we all got crisco Then put it over instrumental I get reflective when I hit the Citgo Take a second just to kick it with my kinfolk You can feel the good all in my pen stroke [Chorus] Yeah, my man Rollie Piroli I see you They gon' have to give us all the money this year, changing the world Good, good I'm Good