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
Thirty 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 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

Ayy, 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