It's Good

(альбом: Tha Carter IV - 2011)

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?

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 fuck around
I just felt they needed me so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit 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 kill
Gasoline, propane
Ain't no salary cap in the dope game
Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words, nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother, he's just angry at you niggas
Who don't have your heart in your rap shit
And got too fucking comfy
'Cause we still fucking hungry, Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, fucking faded, aw yeah I'm fucking faded
They telling 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 bitches working in that shit hole
Three visits later, I went and did it major
So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watching all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out

Uh, stop playing, I ain't with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches, Sheneneh, 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 bitch
Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
Two Glock .40s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimming in the money, I'ma need some fucking goggles
It's better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em
I just came home, shit done got real, ho
Lil' Weezyana, the boot nigga, steel toe
I ain't working with a full deck but I deal ho
I just touched down, kick the motherfucking field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that "how-much-you-love-your-lady" money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a date nigga
I'm a grown-ass Blood, stop playing with me
Play asshole and get an ass whipping
I think you pussy cat, ha, Hello Kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay 'em down, Tempurpedic
This shit's a game of chess, you niggas think it's cleavage
It's Young Money, yeah, 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop-pop-potato salad