[Verse 1: Derek Minor]
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I met the Father and the Son, he told me the summer's mine
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He said mi casa es su casa, boy you gon' be just fine
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I ain't ever get that Benz that I used to rap about
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And my son going through pampers like they going outta style
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I'm good, I'm gucci 'cause Tedashii hit me up
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He said him and his family cool and I think that that's enough
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I make a toast to the haters, why you wanna hate us
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'Cause all I want to do is serve the Lord and make a banger
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You sittin' on mils, I'm only sittin' on bills
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And gas prices ain't going down in the 'ville
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But hey, what can I say, it's a pretty day
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I buy a honey bun and throw about ten in the tank
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Bend some corners in the whip, wipe the crumbs off my lips
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And I'm riding around town to see how far I can get
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I ain't got everything, but that's ok with me
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'Cause bro something in my heart say this is where I'm supposed to be
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[Chorus: Derek Minor & Laura Reed]
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I ain't wearin' platinum yet, but my momma think I made it
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Everything the Lord gave me I can share with my homies
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So I'm feeling good feeling great
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Yeah, I'm feeling good feeling great
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I'll turn down a milli if you won't let me raise my babies
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I don't think money is everything, you can call me crazy
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But I'm feeling good feeling great
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Yeah, I'm feeling good feeling great
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[Verse 2: Derek Minor]
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I'm straight, I'm good
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Ain't got no twenties but ridin' in my hood
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I told my granny before she died I will survive
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And I won't make all good decisions but at least I'm gon' try
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She said just leave it in the hands of God
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And times is hard, stack some paper, try to leave it to the side, I said alright
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This for all y'all that ain't figured it out yet
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But you cool with letting the Lord pilot life's jet
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We going past the sky even if they pass us by
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And the wise think we blind, can't see past the lie
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Well, I'll be a fool till the Lord call
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'Cause the know-it-alls, I don't think they know at all
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I meet in town with Marco, he telling me his dreams
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We both barely broke and wouldn't trade it for a thing
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'Cause we know when it's over, there'll be much more
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But the question is, what's your life for?
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[Chorus: Derek Minor & Laura Reed]
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I ain't wearin' platinum yet, but my momma think I made it
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Everything the Lord gave me I can share with my homies
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So I'm feeling good feeling great
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Yeah, I'm feeling good feeling great
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I'll turn down a milli if you won't let me raise my babies
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I don't think money is everything, you can call me crazy
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But I'm feeling good feeling great
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Yeah, I'm feeling good feeling great
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[Verse 3: Chad Jones]
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"Hey how you doin', Jones?" Man, nothing to complain about
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Just the average day where I can say that I made it out
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A black man with a good job and a fine spouse
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Couple genius kids, I'm fortunate to have a nice house
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I didn't climb out the crab bucket
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Where if they find out you grind out, they sit you down like timeout
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I'm an anomaly, rare, and a sight to see
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I'm passed jail to get to Tennessee, but no monopoly
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Honestly no credit to me being one hundred
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My goal was to play the feeling, surely I woulda blunt it
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Surely I was a buster, I ain't exaggerating
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You might think that I'm joshing but I wouldn't have gave you anything
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Stingy and lazy, only God could have changed Chad
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Feeling better now 'cause I ain't carrying the same tag
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Earth is not my home, and God he made my day good
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I was like used plastic spoons, I woulda stayed hood
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[Chorus: Derek Minor & Laura Reed]
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I ain't wearin' platinum yet, but my momma think I made it
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Everything the Lord gave me I can share with my homies
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So I'm feeling good feeling great
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Yeah, I'm feeling good feeling great
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I'll turn down a milli if you won't let me raise my babies
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I don't think money is everything, you can call me crazy
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But I'm feeling good feeling great
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Yeah, I'm feeling good feeling great
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[Laura Reed:]
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So good, yeahhhh...
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Feeling Good
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Derek Minor |