Goody doesn’t wear a watch, because we’re all in goody time…. Don’t be late….
Cash you out end your game
Blow backs out fuck with no shame
Hoes scream and shout, love goody ways
But for you have to explain
Fucking fool, bitch Hella lame
At your best boring and tame
Take the test tell you what it say
Insufficient no claim to fame
Check the clock hours fade the days
Years go by hair, turns gray
Wonder what you’re up to today
Turns out you died in the ginger wake
Goody time Stops for No One. Better shine. Stay Sharp or Get Left Behind. Crush the Clock, Or It Will Crush You. No Mercy, No Excuses.
Set an alarm motherfucker you missing shit
I show up on stage and I’m killing it
Talk all hard how your YouTube channel hits
Score like jabar mix with Steph I never miss
You are retard comeback, slow as shit
All of façade Mirage, when you spit
Hold up now let’s think this through a bit
Not back off hit that snooze again
Clock shut off now it’s overtime Not for the week only strong survive Not where you lose, where I take your life Not where you win kill them all or die You don’t get this far cause we’re even I carry you all of this way for a reason We are not equals even Steven Throw your no swimming ass, right into the deep end
Goody time Stops for No One. Better shine. Stay Sharp or Get Left Behind. Crush the Clock, Or It Will Crush You. No Mercy, No Excuses.
Time is a construct doesn’t exist I fuck with reality sensories bend No equality when I’m in this bitch Won’t need a watch when you’re watching me rhyme The beat flows off me. It’s a hell of a time.
Hollow points at the wall like we kill in time
Whisper so thick scream into the nigh
Rumors that your team has no chance to survive Those that follow me they walk with the light Corrupting the darkness, precipice of reality Cognitive dissonance, you believe what I want you to see Manifesting my path only dubs we get no defeat multidimensional soulless ginger king
Goody time Stops for No One. Better shine. Stay Sharp or Get Left Behind. Crush the Clock, Or It Will Crush You. No Mercy, No Excuses.
You flex to KG don’t got no hero Not enough points when the clock hits zero You’re too small and stature you got no rhymes No one ever beats mother nature, or father time King Ginger, right there guardian of honor, undeniable weapon, right hand of karma This may be all a dream in your bed you wake it’s the morning of your race your marathon day runners Lineup ready to jog till the end if you learned anything you better sprint and you don’t get no brakes in this race just pain and strife better use it for fuel. This ain’t no fun run. This is the race we call life.
Goody Life… started kind of dark, but goody plays fair yall…Gives you a shot to be a star…. Wants you to have desire so you know he’s gonna add a little fuel to the fire….
NeuronMystical
