Whats Good?

[Chorus: Pozer] What’s good, what’s good? I’m at Lebo Grill 'cos my new fine shyt don’t know how to cook I’ve been out on the jugg There’s dirt underneath, my nails feel rough, and my hair looks cooked I’ve seen a man drop like hard back book I still roll with mine, 'cah man's not a mook Put down for a yee, now I’m tryna find stars for the burst Let me know what’s good, what’s good? [Verse 1: Pozer] Ascad on the strip tryna' nick man Still servin' a shot, the clocks don’t stop There’s a sawn off dots in a gym bag I’m in a Wags darting through the Midlands Duke said he’s on me, link man Tin pan, the whole of your batch look tin pan I’ll fly off the wing tryna ping man Wing man, I did it myself, didn’t need no wingman From the block to the billboard Crazy, I'd have never thought that I’d make it here Bun a spliff reminisce over years See me, I’vе shed blood, sweat, and a whole lot of tеars For the love of the bag, my patience tested I pree all the name drops, can’t get near My vision is vivid, it’s crystal clear Hate is real, the loves nowhere near I get love from the drillers, love from the trappers And I get love from the DSP's Said we wasn’t like that way back, way back then But now that I’m lit, she’s feeling me Trap and I make tracks, I don’t get no sleep Bags under my eyes and my hair looks peak I'm live in the tizz, I’ve been here all week I ain’t bade my skin, but I’ve brushed my teeth [Chorus: Pozer] What’s good, what’s good? I’m at Lebo Grill 'cos my new fine shyt don’t know how to cook I’ve been out on the jugg There’s dirt underneath, my nails feel rough, and my hair looks cooked I’ve seen a man drop like hard back book I still roll with mine 'cah man's not a mook Put down for a yee, now I’m tryna find stars for the burst Let me know what’s good, what’s good? [Verse 2: Kasst 8] What's good, what's good? These rats can't do me a thing, even though that they wish that they could Yeah, I wish that they would Came through on a scouse-boy flex, 110s, and I’m stinking of bud And if bro won’t fight, don’t think that he’s shook Cause he might run away and come back with a snub And he won’t throw a punch like Aaron The Plumber Cause man’s been a gunna back as a young thug I don’t know why man’s waffling, talking crud Now the whole of me tracksuit’s covered in blood You ever seen man laid out flat like a rook Straight after the whole of his chest got dug? And man is still active, tryna get packsent If I go ghosting, he know where Cass went I was on Acre Lane, up in Newings Got all the gal tryna copy me accent But we have free course meals in C-Ball Rolled with a nine on me back like Firmino I made all the punters switch like cream on I’m live right now, I ain’t going on stream though She said that I should’ve been shootin' a free throw But I was in O course doing no free flow I cut the real for 89 papers into ID cards I ain’t letting no sheets go [Chorus: Pozer] What’s good, what’s good? I’m at Lebo Grill 'cos my new fine shyt don’t know how to cook I’ve been out on the jugg There’s dirt underneath, my nails feel rough, and my hair looks cooked I’ve seen a man drop like hard back book I still roll with mine, 'cah man's not a mook Put down for a yee, now I’m tryna find stars for the burst Let me know what’s good, what’s good What’s good, what’s good? I’m at Lebo Grill 'cos my new fine shyt don’t know how to cook I’ve been out on the jugg There’s dirt underneath, my nails feel rough, and my hair looks cooked I’ve seen a man drop like hard back book I still roll with mine, 'cah man's not a mook Put down for a yee, now I’m tryna find stars for the burst Let me know what’s good, what’s good?