Donuts

Goin' Goin', would you still be good to me? Goin', could you still be good to me? Goin', would you still be? Yeah, this one for donuts, this one for all the grownups I keep my cards close 'cause I don't deal with jokers Man, I'm sick of bein' dope, but why they hardly notice? And these the joints that never sell, but yo, they still the coldest, ha This feel like Philly, a steak down at Ishkabibble The things I scribble make you think a little They tell me to choose a side, but I decided to pick the middle I can handle that, and yo, the kid could dribble An over-thinker, with the ink I'm like Tinker Hatfield At will, design rhymes in twenty years You tryna think of mind over mattress Blinded by the fatness It's hard to live righteous, but I'm tryna practice And me and Del collect the addresses of anyone who ever hated Went to Hallmark, bought all the cards that said "congratulations" Waitin' for the day to pay myself To mail these cards out, they all say "you played yourself" That's so petty, my wife said I need a mani I been nervous, bitin' my nails 'cause, look, I don't got no plan B I remind myself that my worth is not in sales His purpose gotta prevail, we planted a church Inhale happy thoughts, exhale negativity With this Macintosh, I make apple sauce, better believe it See, in this life there's only three things that you can depend on That's death, taxes, and Jesus, they all get you Aye, and yeah, they all get you (goin') Would you still be good to me? Goin', would you still be good to me? (Goin') big breath This one's for donuts, a sweetness anyone can taste Words from Uncle Tay your relative is crunk and drunken at your function With a Krispy Kreme or a Dunkin' Singin' through a Telefunken and spelunkin' through the sunken place For sixteen bars, been sick and got discharged Rap was a wrap like a Swiss wrist watch Game lookin' like a weird mishmosh in freaks and geeks Then I don't understand, damn, am I this washed? But this get part–Tigallo flow still flawless And so lawless, I'll prolly get disbarred Signed seal, get a notary, wait till they get a load of me My peeps who molding me could never see this far Your boy made it out of Fraggle Rock to Iron Man and Ragnarok And 4K HD straight off the Magnavox Not to be a chatterbox, just in my bag handin' out some bars in the real world All y'all co-stars is faux pas, they the laws in the real girl Manufactured affection for a plastic connection But my selection slow and low like brisket Get a plate, sop it up with a biscuit On the couch, toes out, with your spouse, watchin' "Love It or List It" Tigallo bring the soul and the mischief and we do it like this, one time Goin' (yes sir) would you still be good to me? Goin' (be good to me, baby) would you still be good to me? (Goin') but could you still be good to me when I don't even know where I'm goin'? But could you still be good to me when I don't even know where I'm goin'? Would you still be good to me? Goin'