They tried to tell me I was goin' cray
I been broke but had no breaks
They hear my dreams, they like, "No way"
I don't change even when I'm in my own way
You good, bro?
I don't treat my friends right
Fuck it if I'm wrong, if my pen write
You good, bro
Always lookin' for an angle 'til I'm square though
I'm not always right over here, bro
You good, bro
We do the worst to become first
You know the deal, baby, love hurts
Just keep it real with me, no turf
All good homie, what the fuck are friends for?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hands up, I need everybody in this bitch
To put they motherfuckin' hands up, right now)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

We good, so good that it hurts so bad (woo)
I'm sorry if it's makin' you mad (ayy, ayy, ayy)
You mad, huh? Not playin', huh?
Ain't no doubt about it, we good

Now it's off the rip (hey)
Lookin' like a motherfucker, can't tell me shit
Hey, lookin' like I'm 'bout to live my dream, fuck a hit (hey)
I'ma pack that motherfuckin' venue with my motherfuckin' friends
'Cause (we good) and we're also DAVE
Whatchu' do today? (Hmm-hmm) I ate in several ways
Oh, you was eatin' good?
The pussy was gush
And the bitches all bad?
Wait a minute, GaTa, this song is about our friendship
My bad

We good, so good that it hurts so bad
I'm sorry if it's makin' you mad
You mad, huh? Not playin', huh?
Ain't no doubt about it, we good

Man, this shit crazy, LD
I was really 'bout to get that shit tatted on my face, man
That would've been a huge mistake, amigo
But I'm still rockin' with ya
We're alive at an undisclosed location because we are high profile
Talk your greasy shit, GaTa
Haha, you know we still gettin' every dollar, grindin' everyday, my nigga
Haha, and what do we say to the haters and non-believers?
Thank you (we good)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Albert John Tanner, Ben Levin, Dave Burd, Davionte Ganter, Eddie Jones, Henry Kwapis, Isiah Drewery, Jack Karaszewski, William Daron Pulliam