| [Verse 1: Lil Dicky & |
| Gata |
| They tried to tell me I was going 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 looking 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? |
| Ay, ay, ay, ay |
| We good, so good that it hurts so bad |
| I’m sorry if it’s making you mad |
| You mad, huh? Stop playing, huh |
| Ain’t no doubt about it, we good |
| [Verse 2: Lil Dicky & |
| Gata |
| Now it’s off the rip |
| Looking like a motherfuckr, can’t tell me shit |
| Looking like I’m bout to liv my dream, fuck a hit |
| I’ma pack that motherfuckin' video with my motherfuckin' friends 'cause |