Lyrics Righteous - Samedee

Feel good right now, real good
Feeling righteous right now

Let's bend some blocks, hit the burbs and window shop
Look at all that real estate, I bet that they spent a lot
Wonder what that's like 'cuz I grew up in tenements with mom
Outside of our crib, we ain't have super expensive cars
Against the odds, I'm meant to flop
I use that shit as motivation
No man should ever tell hisself that he too broke to make it
I know that nobody owe me shit even if we're both related
Why would I sit and wait for you to give it to me when I can go create it
We wanna live that sweet life too like Zack and Cody
Only difference is, we are the color that Mr. Moseby plated
Look at our holy faces
Ten toes planted on this land because we know made it
We shining bright around this bitch, even though we know we hated
Stop trying to be associated with us for your appropriation
I look in the mirror everyday 'cuz I know it's gonna show me greatness
Look at me, look at us
I don't need you to tell me that I look good as fuck
I know that I'm handsome, they breaking they necks to look when I'm pulling up
All of my old crushes be telling me they wish they would've fucked
Now when they try to throw it in my direction I look and duck
Rolling around in my whip thinking about when I took the bus
No it ain't the latest model, but I'm still grateful, it's looking up
I appreciate the things that I do have, instead complaining about what I don't got
It's on God
I just told bro it's time to be our own boss
Let's open our own spot, so the cashflow don't stop
Can't wait 'til I'm able to drive the boat on my own yacht
It's on, Yop
Gone watch

Hopped in my whip, and whipped it like it's a Mercedes
No it's not the latest, but the ladies still embrace me
Gotta make sure that I count my blessings on the daily
God damn life been working in my favor lately

It's a lot of us that started out with nothing
We don't huff or puff about it, it bring out the hustle
All of my brothers, sisters, cousins, throwing up them knuckles
It take for us to huddle up to make out the struggle

Shout out to my nigga Mac
I remember back, when he told me he was quitting rap
When he said it, I was like, what type of shit is that
I guess he had to switch his craft to get that bigger bag
Picked up a camera and expanded shooting videos
Niggas all round chi city know, that Macfilms Logo, with the gold and black trim
That shit took practice, but it's worth it when you got that back end
Said fuck a job, take a shot and he ain't been back since
I'm clapping
You inspire ku, I carry no type of evil, inside of my heart because you winning
I admire people, that aspire to be higher than somebody's hire until they retire
But this shit don't happen by luck
Why buy designer, when we can acquire, how to be designers
Gotta ask yourself are you willing to give that time up
And go invest it into something to better your living condition
Ain't no excuses for you not to ascend from them trenches

Hopped in my whip, and whipped it like it's a Mercedes
No it's not the latest, but the ladies still embrace me
Gotta make sure that I count my blessings on the daily
God damn life been working in my favor lately

It's a lot of us that started out with nothing
We don't huff or puff about it, it bring out the hustle
All of my brothers, sisters, cousins, throwing up them knuckles
It take for us to huddle up to make out the struggle