[Verse 1: Jussie Smollett (as Jamal Lyon)]
Ha! Everybody want the recognition
Can a gang get a competition
Everybody wanna pop, Oh!
They don't ever wanna win a mission
Whoo! I tell the truth, boy I go line
Ha! I'm in the open like a closeline
Stop all that talkin, boy ya breath stank
Ha! Don't let me catch you on my bad side (Yeah!)
Just stop baby take a break (Yeah!)
Eyes bigger then your stomach, too much on your plate (Yeah!)
I'm like the weather down in LA (Yeah!)
Could nobody shimme on my sunny day, why
[Hook: Jussie Smollett (as Jamal Lyon), with Rumer Willis (As Tori)]
My team on the Good Foot (Good Foot)
Get down with ya bad self
My team to ya good look (Good Look)
We down to the last breath
My team on the Good Foot (Good Foot)
Get down with ya bad self
My team to ya good look (Good Look)
We down to the last breath
[Verse 2: Kade Wise (as Preacher Azal)]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, Yeah!
I guess heart, was a lost star
That's why these lyrics sound soul, probably act hard
I guess fame can be brought now
I guess eenie miney mo, how they fill the charts?
I guess, planes to trains, automobiles so that should go
When we want, all the words to these hills
Well that's the soul gettin boy, just to bow to the deals
So pour rollieo some ice, you would probably kill
Man! Wha!
Ha! Everybody want the recognition
Can a gang get a competition
Everybody wanna pop, Oh!
They don't ever wanna win a mission
Whoo! I tell the truth, boy I go line
Ha! I'm in the open like a closeline
Stop all that talkin, boy ya breath stank
Ha! Don't let me catch you on my bad side (Yeah!)
Just stop baby take a break (Yeah!)
Eyes bigger then your stomach, too much on your plate (Yeah!)
I'm like the weather down in LA (Yeah!)
Could nobody shimme on my sunny day, why
[Hook: Jussie Smollett (as Jamal Lyon), with Rumer Willis (As Tori)]
My team on the Good Foot (Good Foot)
Get down with ya bad self
My team to ya good look (Good Look)
We down to the last breath
My team on the Good Foot (Good Foot)
Get down with ya bad self
My team to ya good look (Good Look)
We down to the last breath
[Verse 2: Kade Wise (as Preacher Azal)]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, Yeah!
I guess heart, was a lost star
That's why these lyrics sound soul, probably act hard
I guess fame can be brought now
I guess eenie miney mo, how they fill the charts?
I guess, planes to trains, automobiles so that should go
When we want, all the words to these hills
Well that's the soul gettin boy, just to bow to the deals
So pour rollieo some ice, you would probably kill
Man! Wha!
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