AZ - Good for Nothin paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Good for Nothin - AZ




You know, you know people that pat they self on the back
Like they doin' good deeds and they really good for nothin'
You dig?
Got a little story to drop a jewel or two
Sit back, let's get into it
Father figure, senior, Allah's sicker
There at my birth but he vanished off earth
Managed without a bandage but damn it, it hurt
Too famished to understand it, so I branded on shirts
Bastard child, got half the style
Quiet on the attack but the laugh is loud
Violent when I react but it's mastered now
See I coulda learned more if he wouldn't have been poor
And proud of his seed, probably wouldn't have to leave
Or should I say left, do I hate him to death?
Wouldn't say that but I will say this
Stated on records on the real you ain't shit
Left me all alone, recipe unknown
Especially for not reppin' me, I'm definitely grown
And all what I felt being a father myself
If you need a helping hand I wouldn't bother to help
That's my word
Good for nothin' ass nigga
Where was you, right?
When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, you know
Had to fight the bully at school and all that
Good for nothin' ass nigga
Sperm donor
I'm good money though
Fresh out the hood, she stood like a queen
Even in sneakers looked good in her jeans
Occasional little reefer, her walk was mean
Potential was there so I was all in her ear
Stepped up her gear, jewels was given
She was so far sighted had to improve her vision
Life decisions, got in her too
Confidence fizzin', she was brand new
Then job time came, she got it, became fame
And turned to a beast, I was turnin' in my sleep
She forgot about the person that turned her out
Gave her the push, made her go douce
Told her when to shush, when to express herself
Figured she'd pull the shit out on somebody else
But she chose me and chose to OD
So I chose to pack clothes and left her lonely, gone
You know, I mean
You can all the outer beauty in the world
But if the inner don't match, you're good for nothin'
Yo, off top, you know a nigga don't wanna fuck
But once it get deeper, see all that mirage and that smoke and mirrors
You good for nothin', baby
Fuck you too
I'm gone



Writer(s): DERRICK JOHNSON, ANTHONY CRUZ, AZ


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