DJ Khaled – Good Man Lyrics

Good Man by DJ Khaled
Album : Grateful
Released : 2017

[Pusha T]
Please, Khaled, don’t pair me or compare me
Unless the said party is a rare breed
The stories I hear, they tend to mirror me
At this point now, rap is only therapy
President Push, I’m more Eric B
I ain’t no joke, check out my melody
Felony, felony, felony, that’s al they selling me
But 2 million in large bills is billing me
I was on the wrong side of the law
Like Pac was on the wrong side of the car
Like B.I.G. at the Soul Train Awards
The moral is all grace been driven
G wagons are bulletproof
The ones before me got snatched like bullet tooth
Tony nigga, only one left from the drug era
The jewelry weighs more in the drug mirror

[Pusha T]
Yeah, what you see when you look in the mirror, nigga? Haha
Yeah, I know who the fuck I am

[Pusha T]
Yuugh, tell me how you fit in
Was you a street nigga when Nas said it’s written
When Reasonable Doubt dropped, how was you living?
I was leading up the grinding in my kitchen
Getting work from Detroit like a piston
We was on a mission, stuffer than a Michelin
I could spend a year reminiscing
The length of your career, reminiscing
We can’t occupy the same space
We ain’t even running the same race
When it come to these bitches, it ain’t the same chase
Moynat versus lean, we ain’t the same taste
Therefore, it’s no comparison
To be mentioned with you niggas is embarrassing
I am one Joe blow, you know my narrative
Clear your sinus like Claritin

When you look in the mirror, what do you see, nigga?
‘Cause I know when I look in the mirror, I know what I see
You peasants don’t deserve my presence

You portraying other individuals
Me, I’m just weighing my residuals
From where success is the bare minimal
You a rapper, I’m a criminal
I had money before they found y’all
That’s why I feel funny around y’all
Lord, bless those praying for my downfall
If I get too deep, don’t let me drown, y’all
Hearing ’em talking ’bout how to flip a key
Started moving that Daddy Kane and Nicky D
Had the whole YPD sick of me
Don’t sit, if you get tired, just pick a knee
Bet it all or bet it large
Now the coke or the pills or the crack, all these credit cards
I just laughed and I shrug at it
‘Cause the niggas with the money are the drug addicts

● DJ Khaled – Grateful (Album 2017)
01. (Intro) I’m so Grateful (Feat. Sizzla)
02. Shining (Feat. Beyoncé & JAY Z)
03. To the Max (Feat. Drake)
04. Wild Thoughts (Feat. Rihanna & Bryson Tiller)
05. I’m the One (Feat. Justin Bieber, Quavo, Chance The Rapper & Lil Wayne)
06. On Everything (Feat. Travis Scott, Rick Ross & Big Sean)
07. It’s Secured (Feat. Nas & Travis Scott)
08. Interlude (Hallelujah) (Feat. Betty Wright)
09. Nobody (Feat. Alicia Keys & Nicki Minaj)
10. I Love You So Much (Feat. Chance The Rapper)
11. Don’t Quit (Feat. Travis Scott & Jeremih)
12. I Can’t Even Lie (Feat. Future & Nicki Minaj)
13. Down for Life (Feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR, Future, Travis Scott, Rick Ross & Kodak Black)
14. Major Bag Alert (Feat. Migos)
15. Good Man (Feat. Pusha T & Jadakiss)
16. Billy Ocean (Feat. Fat Joe & Raekwon)
17. Pull a Caper (Feat. Kodak Black, Gucci Mane & Rick Ross)
18. That Range Rover Came With Steps (Feat. Future & Yo Gotti)
19. Iced Out My Arms (Feat. Future, Migos, 21 Savage & T.I)
20. Whatever (Feat. Future, Young Thug, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz)
21. Interlude
22. Unchanging Love
23. Asahd Talk (Thank You Asahd)

○ Listen to “DJ Khaled” Songs

● “Born N’ Raised ”

[ Quotable ]
Everywhere that I go I let ’em know “Hey’ I’m from the county of Dade”
Ol school chevy heaven, ol school niggas preachin
Young niggas wylin, getting rich off keys and violence
Trick – he’s the mayor, Luke – he’s the king
I’m Mr.305 put that on a triple beam
I bet it weigh out more than a boatload of keys
Holla at them Haitians, let ’em know this lick’s on me, welcome to Dade

● “Work For It”

[ Quotable ]
And more major keys than a locksmith
I could teach you niggas how to rock this
My bed was a pallet on the carpet
My ride was a bus named MARTA
Pillow full of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I’m allergic to a Charger
Nothing but foreign cars in my garage

● ” Brown Paper Bag”

[ Quotable ]
Stackin’ numbers at alarmin’ rates
White house, still move brick of ron in a day
I’m that Bin Laden boy, I’ll bomb ya state
I ain’t come to stay, I got a postbar and a date
Two leaving in a bag, ain’t one to brag
You don’t know the feelin’ when the villain peelin’ in a Jag

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