Good Riddance by Jiggs 285 Lyrics
Uh, uh. You can smell the trenches reeking off my body. 285 where I roam, just like a rolling stone, but the Southside my home. Left him stinking in the lobby. It’s been a hot summer, block hunters leaving shit, steady deleting shit. Keep praying for your baby mommy. I know what I’m doing. The game is wicked, but a bag I’m pursuing. Can’t be a victim of another Homi. But if it’s written, then good riddance. Damn
The average nigga cool with being average. I’m a slick dude, need a life that’s lavish and ravishing like I’m Rick Rude. Need the ice that damage pupils got a glance. Broads meeting our demands, pockets bulging like a fetus in my pants. Play my position like a left end short stop catcher. But no gloves baby just a FN, don’t plot snatch ya, Right out the game, right out my frames, seen these lames change. Foundation was concrete. I maintained, they lane changed. Hole in my pocket? I was schooled to fill the void. Watched my brother make more pros than Duke and Illinois. Me with a pen is coach K with a clipboard. I get bored with half ass rapping, so I skip forward through niggas tracks. You niggas lack what niggas pack inside our mental. But I ain’t got it all neither. Will carve a nigga neck with pencil or wreck your dental with brass knuckles. Better yet, a henny bottle. Semi-auto, turning cowards to tuxedo models. Now do you need to follow if you tryin to survive. I’m trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot. And put on for my niggas. Make sure everybody get a shot like we toasting. Boasting ‘cause we know we them niggas that y’all not. I see Rollie’s and caddies in my future. Platoon of made men, Damn near fifty and my daddy still a shoot ya. Stayed down? I wouldn’t be happier to coupe her. Christian loub her. But if she really mine, then imma thirty-eight or deuce deuce her. Rocking manolo like its Polo. We at the SoHo gallery draped up like I’m moving coco. They ask for photo, only thing flashing is this four-o. Slouching a no no. Kept my dawg with me like he Todo. Kicking shit like Lee. Bruce and jet the booth my dojo. Flow so lethal it’s contagious. Eat it up like dodo. Corey say the word and I’ll snuff niggas. Nah I don’t touch niggas ‘cause they worthless. Niggas daddies should’ve flushed niggas
The average nigga cool with being average. I’m a slick dude, need a life that’s lavish and ravishing like I’m Rick Rude. Need the ice that damage pupils got a glance. Broads meeting our demands, pockets bulging like a fetus in my pants. Play my position like a left end short stop catcher. But no gloves baby just a FN, don’t plot snatch ya, Right out the game, right out my frames, seen these lames change. Foundation was concrete. I maintained, they lane changed. Hole in my pocket? I was schooled to fill the void. Watched my brother make more pros than Duke and Illinois. Me with a pen is coach K with a clipboard. I get bored with half ass rapping, so I skip forward through niggas tracks. You niggas lack what niggas pack inside our mental. But I ain’t got it all neither. Will carve a nigga neck with pencil or wreck your dental with brass knuckles. Better yet, a henny bottle. Semi-auto, turning cowards to tuxedo models. Now do you need to follow if you tryin to survive. I’m trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot. And put on for my niggas. Make sure everybody get a shot like we toasting. Boasting ‘cause we know we them niggas that y’all not. I see Rollie’s and caddies in my future. Platoon of made men, Damn near fifty and my daddy still a shoot ya. Stayed down? I wouldn’t be happier to coupe her. Christian loub her. But if she really mine, then imma thirty-eight or deuce deuce her. Rocking manolo like its Polo. We at the SoHo gallery draped up like I’m moving coco. They ask for photo, only thing flashing is this four-o. Slouching a no no. Kept my dawg with me like he Todo. Kicking shit like Lee. Bruce and jet the booth my dojo. Flow so lethal it’s contagious. Eat it up like dodo. Corey say the word and I’ll snuff niggas. Nah I don’t touch niggas ‘cause they worthless. Niggas daddies should’ve flushed niggas