No news today No bad news today No bad moods today Nothin' to prove today No news today No bad news today Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray I got a call from my nigga [?] doin' the bed Thirty years but still the same nigga I knew as a kid Put a smile on his face to see me doing my shit I asked did he have [?] and he said: This shit lit And his mom just graduated, she just got a degree And on the phone, I hear his [?], he 'bout as proud as can be We spent an hour reminiscing how he was wildin' in the street But by his attitude, you'd think he's getting out in a week He told me- No news today No bad news today No bad moods today Nothin' to prove today No news today No bad news today Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray Ayy, runnin' in the road, that's bad news Gang affiliated tattoos Stakes is high like Wagyu but shit, who asked you? Top down in the [?] coupe Them boys really from the concrete, they'll make your wig split like a rat [?] Okay now, got brands now so I'm stayin' out the way now First class from the Greyhound, you should've stayed down Plain janes, no more bustdowns Bro just came home from a touchdown I told him: Don't look back or fuck 'round He never listened, [?] you on demon time, this that exorcism Bro coppin' lows, it's off my name, they throw some extras in it So much money pile in my account, it's [?] percentage My daughter's the [?] since I took her to Paris, Venice Her closet embarrass bitches Chanel diaper bag, fuck it, I don't like to brag She fly just like her dad Humble just like her mom, I sit back and write my rhymes Think about this life of mine while listening to [?] No news today No bad news today No bad moods today Nothin' to prove today No news today No bad news today Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray