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GOOD BOYS
Adam Imanullah
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Yeah
My friends and I we just a couple of good boys
Keeping it chill, never pressed, ain't fuck with hood noise
We talk shit, we geek out over new toys
Thinking we could splurge but our pockets has a few coins
Laughing in the car, tryna light up a cig
Talking bout the girls we like and the life we wanna live
I'm leaning on the window, city lights in my eye
A couple plans for tomorrow but tonight we just ride
Got some tunes in the speakers, got some snacks in the back
The whole squad in a car, got that shit compact
Driving on and on ain't got no trust in a map
The way my homie takes the wheel, amazing how it's intact
But the streets got shadows, and the nights get cold
Sometimes shit happens so some stories get told
And every night's got a twist you just don't plan
And we just gotta take a stand, when shit hits the fan
See, we was out that night, tryna get some loklok
I sat down on the curb tryna light my rokok
My homie cracking jokes, he tryna act all woke
Got my other homies acting like we bitches wasn't broke
Steam from the pot, salty and sweet
Got some chili on my stick, feeling warm on the street
My homie's homie drift off tryna cross that lane
But he took too long, them cars were just swerving insane
Then he stopped in the middle had a stare down with a whip
The car braking hard, tires screaming a bit
I yelled "yo dude chill, don't start no shit"
But the air got heavy like we stepped in a pit
Driver lookin at us like we tryna start shit
He rolled the windows down asking us "who wants it"
I saw the car reverse, it starts to get intense
I'm sitting on the curb thinking "ah shit here we go again"
Then they came out the car holding a stick or maybe a bat
It's hard to recall but I ain't sticking around for that
But if we get to swinging, and beating and bleeding
I know there's no winning if we don't go home safe or end up dead
So I ran up and I grabbed on
And I held that weapon head on
My homie came up right beside and he got both his hands on
We tried deescalating, we tried to befriend
I said "dude, this isn't how we want the night to end"
Then from the corner of my eye I see more goons running up
They brought the whole gang and now they outnumber us
I saw their face and all they seeing is red
So fuck running, I close my eyes and took a breath instead
I took a step back to put some space between us
My homie stared back, we knew shit's getting heated
He looked at me like "we boutta need stitches"
Because we good boys but we ain't a couple of bitches
So I start going ham fucking up the dude with the bat
My homie sneak his homie hit that fucking bitch with a slap
Shit got crazy real quick, shit flying, no cap
Who would've known that our best night would end in a scrap
Another dude swung wild, it caught me right in the chin
I tasted blood in my mouth, so I just shot him a grin
I was on the ground, he tried to kick, I gave him a knee
I sucker punched his dick, thought "fuck it its him or me"
Spat some blood out on the ground and wiped it with my sleeve
I saw my homie getting tackled down so I just grabbed and heave
It must've been adrenaline cause dude was filled with gelatin
He fat as fuck but i just threw him like you won't believe
And bottles and stools start being thrown around
I could see some phones recording saw some flash from the crowd
They screaming out loud, we feeling so proud
Amazing how we bonding over putting
All these bitches down on the ground
And Bangsar cops don't seem to give a fuck
A couple was on patrol but they chose to sit and watch
They must've loved the show
Cause they took a while to flash those lights
When it turned blue then everybody taking flight
And that's just how it goes, how we end the night
We lost some shoes but we didn't lose the fight
When the time comes y'all know we committed
Because we good boys, but we ain't a couple of bitches
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