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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 Maco doin' a bid

30 years, but still the same nigga I knew as a kid

Put a smile on his face to see me doin' my shit

I asked did he have commissary, and he said, "This shit lit"

And his mom just graduated, she just got her degree

And on the phone, I hear his glee, he 'bout as proud as can be

We spent an hour reminiscin' how he was wild in the street

But by his attitude, you'd think he's gettin' 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

To see her smile, ooh, just takes my breath away

She's just like royalty to me

Ay, runnin' the road, that's bad news, gang-affiliated tattoos

Stakes is high like Wagyu, but shit, who asked you?

Top down in a Jag' coupe

Them boys really from the concrete, they'll make your wig split like a rap group

Okay now, got bread, 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, say you on demon time, this the exorcism

Bro coppin' lows, just off my name, they throw some extras in it

So much money pile in my account, it's earnin' that percentage

My daughter's the heiress princess, 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 listenin' to Life and Times

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

She's just like royalty to me

She's just like royalty to me