goodness gracious

[Intro: Tank Dempsey] I need to find some lead or I'm gonna get bored here! [Verse] Ride around with a XC Police right next to me Runnin' up my destiny Niggas said I don't belong here But I think I know where I'm meant to be Ride around with a bad bitch She tryna ask what we meant to be Cooking up with a recipe No, I can't fuck with the enemy I'm just worried 'bout the cops, worried 'bout the opps They can get ahead of me Ridin' with a bop, bodies finna drop if a nigga testin' me And I keep a tool 'cause a nigga fool, ain't nobody pressin' me You know what it do, shorty sniffin' gluе, and she kinda scaring me Told her ass to stop, and now I'm a opp, and shе kinda airing me I got a bitch, no sharing me I'm way too high, don't stare at me Said I'm moving money like a charity Said that in a song, needed clarity, you need prosperity And that nigga broke? That's hilarious See the polarity, when I step inside, it's a night show And I'm off the antidote, brand new bitch won't let me go But I'm thankful, but I'm thankful Gotta be grateful, uh, oh shit, distasteful Whip, goodness gracious Wrist, goodness gracious Bitch, goodness gracious Wrist, goodness- Now a flight to the Appalachians Maybach and it's makeshift No, I can't fuck with a racist All I ever was was a vagrant I’m complacent, hit him in the neck with a grey tip Now his head and body sit adjacent I can’t fuck with bro cause he fuck with bro, he a double agent If Im uppin’ pole, and you uppin’ pole, what it’s supposed to mean? Caught her at the spot, shorty is a thot, pass her to the team But it’s no shame in that, everything ain’t what it seems Sig Sauer with an EOTech and a beam She gets out when I’m tweaking out off a bean Can’t come around, you ain’t authorized by the gang Since middle school, rock Polo shit, I’m the same Ayy, wrist, goodness Ayy, wrist, goodness gracious Whip, goodness gracious Wrist, goodness-ness-ness-ness [Outro: Tank Dempsey, Princess Chelsea] This has to be the last piece Ahh, a tale of two Dempseys, starts slow but has a happy ending I see the morning sun coming over the hill Are—are you freakin' kidding me?! I see the mor— (This is not help— This is not help— This is not helping smoking) Sun coming over the—