Good To Go

[Intro: Erick Sermon]

Rhyme flow, good to go

After the show, I'll pull your ho, boy

Rhyme flow, good to go

After the show, I'll pull your ho, boy

Rhyme flow (Yeah), good to go (Yo)

After the show, I'll pull your ho, boy (Yo)

[Verse 1]

Peace beloved

It's too many freaks in this club for us to be mean-muggin'

Plus, I'm the shooter you hit when you need a bucket

It's ''Fuck the tough shit'' (Fuck the tough shit)

But you do need to be reluctant (Eh)

Knowin' showin' love is somethin' that I struggle with

Off the muscle like some pullups, some dips

I pull up with whips (Pull up, nigga)

Hustlin' to get rich, we smuggled in

When I was doin' numbers like Money Mitch

You was still shootin' puppy piss

Your Huggies slid down your hips

Your chips is counterfeit, my bag made the counter split

The sound of money counter to me it's like a album hit

I found out your bitch got good inside the mouth skin (Ooh)

Spin your block for a ticket, that's a roundtrip (Roundtrip)

Let off a shot, hit the skipper, he went down with the ship (Ooh)

Your Tom Brown trench'll hang down at your shin

This is straight from the valve to the stem (Mm)

Yeah, theme music in a haunted crackhouse

G packs stashed up in the couch, about a half an ounce

A fiend passed out with a Black & Mild

Duckin' the D's, playin' cat and mouse, I sip the Dragon Stout

The Maybach step out, I put the grass out (Grass out)

Wow

[Bridge: Erick Sermon]

Rhyme flow, good to go

After the show, I'll pull your ho, boy (Yo)

[Verse 2]

Can't say I'm proud of everything under the sun I done

But tears, sweat and blood somehow made me a one of one

They still wonderin' how I got it out the mud, but not covered in sludge

Untouched, not even a smudge

.38 snub with the serial rubbed

Leave you on the steerin' wheel slumped, the tires on the vehicle spun

Dumped the G ride, caught a body easy like Pink Eye

Eight carat diamond on the pinky shine

In the meantime (Meantime), I'm on demon time (Uh-huh)

I'm doin' Jesus job (Uh-huh), I put a key in the pot

I let the pieces dry on the pizza box (Ooh)

I broke a fiend off for a piece of the rock

I don't want peace for my opps, I don't throw up the peace sign

I just know it's a green light like some key lime

When I see y'all, fuck niggas

[Outro: Erick Sermon]

Rhyme flow, good to go

After the show, I'll pull your ho, boy (Ho, boy)