So Good ft. Jay Lonzo Lyrics

Yeah

TR3 what up?

Brooklyn in here

Lonzo

Look

Okay first of all, blessings

I see it for myself you know

BB for my baby cause she glow below the belt you know

I think the doubt is like a special ingredient

I done burned sage and greeted every room that you see me in

True

Bless the deadly and the ones up top for showing it

The role don't really change me I just show that I can grow in it

Trust

Me and who really started sounding like me and you

I'd rather lose you though than lose respect for being true

Blue white and red max 90s feeling independent as the women I find interesting

Or got intimate

Know the differences

But still going up for Juneteenth

This firework but only raise the temperature when fools speak

My newest piece is like a diamond in scrubs

Mess with her or what she loves and get a pile of the blood

Tryna treat me like a sub but ain't know that we stubborn

The people's champ I gotta speak to show the city we love 'em

Aint gotta Rollie or a Royce, my 5'9 is sufficient

I'm bout 5'9 leaker yall, show you I'm different

I'm dissing anyone who listens to the rumors they make

Lotta smoke with my amigos she got roommates to shake

I'm great

Matter fact I've never been as good as me now

In my field the goal is really different when you three down

In my bed the after really different when you rebound

In my life, the business is handled

I can sleep sound

I can't complain and say I ain't positioned for my mission

But day to day I blaze away attempts can't pay attention

Y'all faking plays I'm taking names and finding strength through mischief

This adolescence got a grip on my mental

Junior year shit was simple

Bowl hits out the window

Pawning off my Nintendo

Incidentals on a regular

Secular every second

My secondaries were simpler

Sympathize with society's woes

Me and my bros

I suppose

Queens is where the dough lives

Longevity and stability where the road splits

Blind my eyes, do a 360 then lose focus

Travel the journey hopeless

Traits from the predecessors the culprit

Bastard of a pastor should've left me in that pulpit

Labeled as the future successor

I call it bullshit

Mad insecurities as burdens from prior days

Hit me on the celly lately I can't find the time a day

The premonition envisioned was hymen's over rhyming

My future wasn't meant for that alignment

Battle Goliath mentally

Empathize with enemies

Internal battle scars the way that they remember me

In other words I came out to damage em

Manage em

Had em freezing stupid on some mute shit

Guess they tryna be a mannequin

Time to get that math up

Schooling niggas on the way compensation post-graduation

I swear it adds up

Queens