I’m Good ScHoolboy Q (Ft. BJ the Chicago Kid & Punch)

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
As a younger age, never really gave a shit
Just my grandma arms, kept me out of harm
Nigga went to class, my football pads
Kept the burner stashed, they ain't gon' catch my ass
In the Pontiac with the bad speakers
Back then? Shit, I was into sneakers
And fitted caps, side kicks
My same bitch, she a down bitch
Had a little daughter, glad it ain't a boy
Knew she'd bring me joy, so I named her Joy
Kiss her on her head, then I kiss her lips
Then I kiss her cheek, lay her down to sleep
Trials and tribulations helped me through my situations
Little observations stopped the cops from confrontations
And the ghetto bird, and a nigga snitched
But I'm still dipping, shit, I ain't tripping

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sample]
I’m good ("If I had my way")
I’m good ("I would do all [?] everyday")
I’m good ("If I had my way")
I’m good ("I would do all [?] everyday")

[Post-Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid]
I know, I’m not perfect
But I'll still make a decision that make
My life still worth it—yeahh-ah
And sometimes it may hurt
But I know what you see ain’t what it's gon' be because
I know my worth—yeahh-ahhh