I'm Good

You can find me at the work place generate'in money
Chase'in away them grey clouds try'in to keep it sunny
MF, I'm good…I'm good…I'm good…

You can find me at the crib chill'in with my offspring
Or in the back yard stuff'in sweets doing my thing
MF, I'm good…I'm good…I'm good…

You can find me on the PlayStation race'in GranTourismo
Maybe in the kitchen fry'in chicken in veggie Crisco
MF, I'm good…I'm good…I'm good…

You can find me at my hommie's house sip'in on that brown
Play'in pool bump'in Z-roe, that's how it goes down
MF, I'm good…I'm good…I'm good…

a lost/found Supa short from '08

i’m a SupaStar muthafucka, put your stunna shades on
and if you get too close you might get burned to the bone
don’t ask me where i’m from don’t worry about where i stay
stop wonder’in if it’s true that i burn a sack everyday

"Always Strapped" inspired chorus

I’m always strapped, when I cut them dimes
First they pass the weed, then they pour the drank
And when I’m buzzed
They lick’in me, you know I’m lick 'em back
They lick’in me, you know I’m lick 'em back

TX short

I’m from TX, where candy coated slabs don’t stop drip’in
We’re known for big tree burn’in and brown liquor sip’in
Soldiers pack heat and never get caught slip’in
We might pause to do some dirt and then resume dip’in
I'm from TX

another Supa short

Yes, I’m a SupaStar, word to Lupe

I pressed the button in the coupe slid back the toupee

In other words, I made the damn top drop

Pulled out the driveway and everything came to a stop

People started crowd’in my ride and blowing my high

They were point’in and yell’in like Sasha’s pops was driving by

I started to tripp and grab the tool cause they were touch’in on my car

Then I thought, “They don’t wanna start no shit, they just glad to see a SupaStar!”

So I gripped on the wood wheel and I lit another stick of dynamite

I gave ‘em a one car parade and rolled around the hood all damn night

Ready To Blow

I’m sick of all this rain’in
My wife sometimes complain’in
Seems like I’m never gain’in
In this game called life,
I’m ready to blow

I’m try’in ta get this money
Make these grey clouds turn sunny
Fuck that vinegar I want some honey
In this game called life,
I’m ready to blow

Sometimes I feel frustrated
At times this life I hate it
I want so bad to say, “I made it!”
In this game of life,
I’m ready to blow

One day I’ll sit back and exhale
Only checks gone come in my mail
Set my seeds up so they won’t fail
In this game of life,
I’m ready to blow