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—