Good Things Die (Explicit)

Good Things Die (Explicit) - Ugly Heroes/Chris Orrick/Dan Weiss/Erik Stephens

Don't let a good thing die

Cause honey you know I'll never lie to you

With all the beauty in my life hit the mic 'till the lights out

Bet barrack play this in the white house when his wife's out

I got that good sh*t hood sh*t

Purple with them orange veins

People say that yours taste like a wood chip

You rookies push sh*t million dollar rapper dibiase on the mic

While you all is sloppy like the brothers bushwack

Pop had put his cock in momma's bush back

In '78 the doc saw my face and tried to push back

Wear helmets on all limbs or all ribs broken

I'm an angel of death and death adapt and taking what the lord gives

What gives every written's all fibs

Ya'll bids phony fishier than dolphins

You're mermaids sayin' verb ain't relevant

It's like using dog bags pickin' up the turd of an elephant

Sayin' you ain't feelin' it you full of sh*t fell in it

Wipe off and shut your mic off before I yell in it

Don't let a good thing die

See any day could be your last quit living in the past kid

Don't let a good thing die

You want drama take a class get your phd

Don't let a good thing die

See any moment I could pop out and leave you seein' asterisks

Don't let a good thing die

Cause when it comes to spittin' raps I got my phd

Now verbal's said he's having fun

So I said f**k it let me join in

No avoidin' it appointed let the static run

These half a ton rappers claiming they ready

I have the sun wrapped around my neck chain gettin' heavy

I got the planets aligning with the planning to sign it

Then have them standing in line to see me ranting and rhyming

They gassing you up with all those additives lying

You buying that sh*t what kind of f**king planet am I in

I'm off that respect gettin' respect it's nothing left for the rest

I f**king called it so I'm getting it next

I got the sh*t to make 'em f**king feel something deep and something real

Surface level rappers wonder why they don't f**king appeal

We give them real sh*t real sh*t

I want to be that rapper that

They feel like they could go get a meal with

Or split a cab with or share a tab with

My mother call me chris I give a f**k about this rap sh*t

Don't let a good thing die

See any day could be your last quit living in the past kid

Don't let a good thing die

You want drama take a class get your phd

Don't let a good thing die

See any moment I could pop out and leave you seein' asterisks

Don't let a good thing die

Cause when it comes to spittin' raps I got my phd