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 Would you still be good to me?
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 Could you still be good to me?
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 Would you still be?
 Yeah, this one for donuts
 this one for all the grownups
 I keep my cards closed
 'Cause I don't deal with jokers
 Man, I'm sick of bein' dope, but why they hardly notice?
 And these the joints that never sell
 But yo, they still the coldest, ha
 This feel like Philly, a steak down at Ishkabibble
 The things I scribble make you think a little
 They tell me to choose a side
 But I decided to pick the middle
 I can handle that, and yo, the kid could dribble
 An over-thinker, with the ink I'm like tinker
 Hat filled at will, design rhymes in 20 years
 You tryna think of mind over mattress
 Blinded by the fatness
 It's hard to live righteous
 But I'm tryna practice
 And me and Joe collect the addresses of anyone who ever hated
 Went to Hallmark, bought all the cards that said "Congratulations"
 Waiting for the day to pay myself
 To mail these cards out, they all say "You played yourself"
 That's so petty
 My wife said I need a mani
 I been nervous, bitin' my nails
 'Cause, look, I ain't got no plan B
 I remind myself that my worth is not in sales
 His purpose gotta prevail, we planted a church
 Inhale happy thoughts, exhale negativity
 With this Macintosh, I make apple sauce
 Better believe it
 See, in this life there's only three things that you can depend on:
 That's death, taxes, and Jesus, they all get you
 Aye, and yeah, they all get you
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 Would you still be good to me?
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 Would you still be good to me?
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 Big breath
 This one's for donuts, a sweetness anyone can taste
 Words from Uncle Tay
 Your relative is crunk and drunken at your function
 With a Krispy Kreme or a Dunkin'
 Singin' through a Telefunken
 And spelunking through the sunken place
 For 16 bars, been sick and got discharged
 Rap was a wrap like a Swiss wrist watch
 He ain't looking like a weird mishmash in freaks and geeks
 Then I don't understand, damn, am I this washed?
 But this get part–till the low flow still flawless
 And so lawless, I'll prolly get this bar
 Signed seal, get a notary
 Wait till they get a load of me
 My peeps who molding me could never see this far
 Your boy made it out of Fraggle Rock to Iron Man and Ragnarok
 And 4K HD straight off the Magnavox
 Not to be a chatterbox
 Just in my bag handing out some bars in the real world
 All y'all co-stars is folk bars
 They the laws in the real girl
 Manufactured affection for a plastic connection
 But my selection slow and low like brisket
 Get a plate, sop it up with a biscuit
 On the couch, toes out, with your spouse
 Watch her, lovin' the lipstick
 Took it low, bring the soul, and the mischief
 And we do it like this, one time
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 Yes sir
 Would you still be good to me?
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 Be good to me, baby
 Would you still be good to me?
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 But could you still be good to me
 When I don't even know where I'm going?
 But could you still be good to me
 When I don't even know where I'm going?
 Would you still be good to me?
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