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?