Tekster:
Who Good S Gone

it, do it, like it's my last I'ma, I'ma spend this cash up like it's my last And I'ma make it last, like it's my last And I'm gone, can't remember where

Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out

alright you n-ggas Uh uh uh alright you n-ggas When I become my mama's boyfriends? When I become my mama's boyfriends? He walked in our lives I was only five Superman pajama's

m solo, I'm ridin' solo I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo, solo Ridin' solo, solo, I'm ridin' solo Solo, solo, solo, solo It's like S-O-L-O S-O-L-O S

shine in the sky, you shine in the sky Are all the good times getting gone? They come and go and go and come and go I've got a lot of friends who are

concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you, let's

to Tell me what good would that do? I'll wreck this if I have to (I'd be so good to you) (I'd be so good to you) You get separated, somebody's gone

, that he thinks like that 'cause he's observing Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's

gone When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, it's on,