Good Friday

Party people in the place to be

You are now in the midst of a real MC

Throw your hands in the air if you real as me

Are you ready to go?

I know the city getting ready for me

I know the city getting ready

Such an easy morning, we on a ride

And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive

Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit

They don’t want black people to think and drive

He think he live, he think he cold

He think I’m high, I’m in thinker mode

Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts

The streets are like the high road that I go across

I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets

The Phillip Lim remind them that it’s Fashion Week

And the weather wasn’t barely hot

Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?

Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music and forever we hot?

Motherfucker, are you ready or not?

Are you ready to go?

I know the city getting ready for me

I know the city getting ready

Are you ready to go?

I know the city getting ready for me

I know the city getting ready

This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop

(Can’t stop, you can’t stop)

This goes out to the all core hip-hop

(Can’t stop, you can’t stop)

As Ye flips the piano

The mood swings like the change of a channel

He’s heating up like they wrapped him in flannel

Selling kilos through your iPod Nano

Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal

Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury’s handle

Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires

Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's

Euro tank top, Dior-inspired

Sell it to you hard, no assembly required

Yuugh, in 2012 in 2010

Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz

Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in

While haters wish death upon me, that’s many men

Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route

Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out

Are you ready to go?

I know the city getting ready for me

I know the city getting ready

Are you ready to go?

I know the city getting ready for me

I know the city getting ready

Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right

Don’t worry, we gon' be here all night

And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)

Westside, Westside

So t-t-tell me who the freshest of them all?

They claiming that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls

A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball

MC hunting season, putting heads up on the wall

I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft

Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers

I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's

All over double D's, I be absent all week

This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for

Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door

Hold on, that’s the girl you gave a wedding ring?

Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything

And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

And let me hear you say ahh, la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

Now put your hands up to the sky

Until the day in that we die

And we'll be here all evening

G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend

Are you ready to go?

I know the city getting ready for me

I know the city getting ready

Are you ready to go?

I know the city getting ready for me

I know the city getting ready

Are you ready to go?

I know the city getting ready for me

I know the city getting ready

Are you ready to go?

I know the city getting ready for me

I know the city getting ready

I know the city getting ready for me

I know the city getting ready