It's Good
(专辑: 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