Castor Raines - Good Guy Lyrics

All that we got
Is enough

All that we got
Is this booth

All that we got is the truth

Which I spill on these tracks
And pray one day
That y'all hear us too

Strugglin'

Stuck in this jungle
With lions and tigers and snakes

Humblin'
Old Numbers they call
I ain't answer them

I'm focused on shiftin'
These brackets

Here some advice
Put your preachin' to practice

Investing all them handouts you takin'
And quit all this cappin'

Clown

Paint me as a villain
As I'm ridin through the city
F*ck these bitches
F*ck these haters
Roll they doubts inside my swisher

50k on my last project
Oh but This tape project to double that
100k make her double back
But on this pace I doubt that shit would last
Eat those words
But never back track

Had a lot of homies
I thought would stay in tact
Can't forget my past
I got my ego back
Tell um kiss my ass
I'm on a power trip

04 feelin like Michael
Speak the truth
No disciple
Best friends
Turn Into ya rivals
F*ck the etiquette
Ain't got time to let the numbers speak
Bitch I feel elite
I'm with all the smoke
Even provide the heat
Patience key
Im making
Greatness moves
Like
Pat Riley in 03
Woo

Money ain't sleep
Gotta eat
Woo

All of these hits
Swear I feel like Ken Griffey
The team on my back
I can't never hit empty
Woo

Talkin that shit
Ima bastard
Decked in designer
Til' I turn to a ghost
Tryna pull off in the ghost
Whippin in Casper
Say she ain't know
Yo Bitch it's lil Castor
Preach like the pastor
But this ain't yo average sermon
I'm in the back pue burnin
Peep how the preacher be splurging
Caught in his demons
That man is just workin
Lately it seem as if Satan been lurkin

Woo

Lately my brain it run lose
Shoulda took one I had 2
Money get spent
Snap my fingers recoop

God he bless me
No acchu
Slapping the beat till it bruise
Ran up my bag
Going Emmitt Smith
Ignorant
Take the loot
To the dealership

Woo