We Good? - Music Inspired by the Original Series Bait

Original

Bro, -we good? -I'm good. Are you good?

-Yeah, I'm good, bro. We good. -I'm good. Are you good?

-Yeah, I'm good. -Well, good then.

I did it for fucking nothing. Had it all, all of your pills and awards.

The naughtiest little source, Mitch and his folks, it was nothing.

Ha, never went no more than the door. Didn't pay no board or couture, but what's it for?

It's for nothing.

If we don't talk anymore. Born brotherly, now suddenly it's all protocol.

You were my hero, wanted you to rate me, but you're appalled.

So I feel zero on my feet, went up and out in the north.

Yeah, you saw me at the Met and liked a comment that called me out for being a pet of those who pay for the wars.

But you forget, short lived, Selfridge, fourth floor.

Back in the day, all you cared about was what we wore.

It's off-key like the jackets we peeled.

Shout you out on podiums, but phony's too real.

I shared your Palestine appeal.

You said it wasn't on the grid, so I could maximize the deals I want. Fuck. So if you miss me, hit me up then.

Coachella, wish you were there, you would've loved it.

I missed the funeral, I know I should've rushed there. Instead I gave you my condolences in public.

And you were right to pull me up there. Yeah, I understand you're upset.

Come, we'll go for a jog, my neck and bondage, bro, pull up a chair.

We can talk it out or reminisce about your up year. But nah, I can't do this week. Next week? Nah, I can't do next.

I'm busy doing promo for the show that I'm scared to show you, bro.

Tell you what, -like, send me some times on text.

-Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, this shit is too false. You niggas two-faced, but I'm honest to a fault.

I don't lock shit in the vault.

Don't be shocked when I see you and I flip the switch on you, ten thousand volts.

I was in the mud like a sick bull waiting for the bolt. Doing the same shit but wanting different results.

Cross 'til I ain't got a pulse. Left Conti tech tire tracks on the asphalt.

See, my boy fucked my girl when I was locked in a cell for assault.

It helped get me bail, only trust in yourself. You see, even sugar looks like salt.

Yeah, you can't really tell. Shit changed so quick once I won gold.

Fans marked up their skin, they joined the cult.

Spent loads this year, really pushed out the boat. Nah, I mean it. I'm in the marina, I just pushed out the boat.