Lil Wayne - It's Good lyrics
Who are rich and 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 I'm as 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 god son 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 Mind in one place, heart in another Please pardon my brother He's just angry at you n***as Who don't 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, aw yeah I'm f**in' faded They tellin' lies about me, aw yeah I must've made it Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol But at least they had some bad b**hes workin' in that sh** hole ah! 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 ow 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 forty's, n***a you got eighty problems Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f**in' goggles Its better to give, but we don't give a f** about 'em I just came home, sh** then got real hoe Lil Weezy-ana, the boot n***a, steal toe I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal hoe I just touched down, kick the motherf**in' 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 its 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*got Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad, ugh!