E_fflux - Wus Good Lyrics

Yeah, y'all already know me

They like tell me wus good? How you doing sir?
I'm amazing, I turn away and start to get evasive
Don't want no conversation, they got me caged in, I'm losing patience
They look at me and see a nigga pacing

I'm tryna get away from all commotion but they asking for my views
Are you looking for attention? I'm like what's in it to you
I'm just working on my building, but that is another story
Ask me why I do it? For the glory

Niggas bringing all they politics up in the game
But neither of these fools are anything of what they claim
Like "Homie we don't do it for the money or the fame"
Well that's kinda funny I don't really feel the same

If ain't about the fame then you woulda kept it silent
But you keep throwing your name around with hope to be acknowledged
Yeah about the money we got giveaways that's how we plan it but
You need the money in the FIRST PLACE, UNDERSTAND it? Well...

I can't really talk much, Errbody got their own play
Nigga I'm just tryna find my own way, So I seize the day
Rapping and trapping and making my music, I pick up a blessing, and pray
If you ain't about that green then don't be rolling in my lane, yeah

Paper chasing, Imma keep progressing, and obsessing over being better
Always someone out there going harder, So I keep myself... focused
I'm reminded of the place I wanna go to
By the pain from all the struggles that I been through

Voices talking to me, like what could it be
I don't wanna make call, With green lights on
But I keep my distance, Go back home
Better do my dishes, No days off
Gotta get to this, No... Shortcuts I won't do it
Working graveyard shifts call a nigga dead serious

Wus good? I tell em that I feel amazing
I leave em blind to hustle, but they keep on gazing
The fire in my soul, even got their joints blazing
I'm high on adrenaline you high on my medicine

Haha keep calm I ain't done yet
Settle down grab a loose stool as I run shit
Straight to that C.R.E.A.M, coz, Cash Rules Everything Around Me
I march with the spring like it's month 3

Envious and shady, niggas smiling in your face
Until they occupy your space to put a nigga in his place
And the police got an appetite, my people on they plate
Put a gun to the temple have a nigga saying grace

Lil nigga bite the dust, now he on the news making headlines
But the city feeling up with blues, Finally famous
Ain't this amazing, look at the well-wishers
Same people that would think to put a bullet in a nigga

Yeah, wus good? I swear the times are really changing
I look into my life, I think I need some re-arranging
Or re-creating, I pick the color get to painting
To change the world, I heal within myself ain't no complaining

Uhm... took it back old school on the beat
Got the kicks banging like its Kung-fu or some street ish
Microphone check, 1-2
As I'm rapping all the details hope I'm getting this to you

Draw my thoughts pour emotion in my lyrics
Every time I spit niggas always try to break my spirit
I'm just saying though, patiently we getting by
Some people gotta die to be ranked among the greatest of all time

Nevermind that, life has never really been easy
The worst pays and the best doesn't come freely
Bodies laid down, as we gather here today
Yet another mother, getting on her knees as she pray

Pursuit of happiness
To try and rid the void fill up the emptiness
Some people go and mask it with accomplishments and keep it in
All that pain and bitterness inside
Nigga laughing but the homie'd rather die man