Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - It's Good lyrics

[Intro] You who are rich and whose troubles are few May come around to see my point of view What price the crown of a king on his throne When you're chained in the dark all alone? [Verse 1: Jadakiss] I'm real as they come, I follow the rules I'm still in the hood but I probably should move Made enough money, I don't f** around I just felt they needed me so I stuck around Feds got my man, sh** is real son Cause my godson just became my real son Think life is a game but all you get is a turn You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn Kush in the air, I'm pushing the gears Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal Shoot me in the watch, I got time to k** Gasoline, propane Ain't no salary cap in the dope game Ain't no collective bargaining on c**aine So in other words n***a, do your thing [Verse 2: Drake] Mind in one place heart in another Please pardon my brother, he's just angry at you n***as Who dont have your heart in your rap sh** and got too f**in comfy Cause we still f**in hungry, Young Money, got the munchies Faded, f**in faded, aww yeah I'm f**in faded They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah I must've made it Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol But at least they had some bad b**hes workin' in that sh** hole Three visits later, I went and did it major So f** the judge, and the jury, and the litigator Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out And then November came, they let my n***a out [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Stop playin, I ain't with that bullsh** n***as act like b**hes, shanaynay, oh my goodness This is Wayne's world, and y'all are just some tourists Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would b**h Brand new p**y, p**y good as baby powder Two Glock 40′s, n***a you got 80 problems Swimmin' in the money, I'mma need some f**in goggles It's better to give, but we don't give a f** about 'em I just came home, sh** done got real, ho Lil Weezy-ana, the boot n***a, steel toe I ain't workin with a full deck but I deal ho I just touched down, kick the motherf**ing field goal Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby money Kidnap your b**h, get that "how-much-you-love-your-lady" money I know you fake n***a, press your brakes n***a I'll take you out, that's a date n***a I'm a grown a** blood, stop playin with me Play a**hole and get an a** whippin' I think you p**y cat, ha, hello kitty I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin I lay 'em down, tempur-pedic This sh**s a game of chess, you n***as think it's cleavage Its Young Money, yeah, tis the season I give you the business, b**h this a business meeting My n***as hungry, my b**hes greedy Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija n***a, I'm straight, my girl a f*ggot Potato on the barrel, pop pop potato salad