Good company Kid Quill (Ft. T-Pain)

[Intro: Voice Message]
Bro, I think you need to hear this:
STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE STUDIO
YOU CAN'T RAP FOR SHIT, BITCH!

[Verse: Kid Quill]
What does the world want from me?
Other than good company
A couple dope songs and melodies
Stuck inside the American dream
Where the hustle’s sold separately
Where everybody wants to be celebrities
My best friends
Grew up trading ball cards
Felonies
I wish that broken hearts had home remedies
Secret's out this music shit got more enemies than amenities
I could do this for a- a- a- a- infinity
Put all the tutorials on the shelf
We gettin tired of watching history repeating itself
Unless it's birthdays, long hugs, late nights, and ball gloves
Wish I was playing catch with these feelings that I balled up
But I can’t drop the ball now
Friday night lights and we the talk of the town, yeah, yeah
We’d rather point fingers than hold hands
Fall in love at rap shows in T-shirts with metal bands
I’m sorry Mom but I think better when I’m not sober
Sorry Dad if I get pulled over
Came a long way from back home
Writing on my folders
Now these people waking up to me like Folgers
This for all my A-1, day 1 from the jump
Real music for all my real soldiers
The ones that stuck with me
When they watched these skipping stones turn to boulders
I'm still the 94.3 me,Ii’m just colder
And I can loop round the block in 5 minutes
I can tell ya if it’s hot or it’s not
Eyes closed one hand because I do it alot
From Naptown, the sleepy city where the dreams get caught
From Naptown, the sleepy city where the dreams get caught