It's Good - Album Version

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 ** around

I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around

Feds got my man, ** 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 kill

Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the ** game

Ain't no collective bargaining on **

So in other words **, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in another

Please pardon my brother

He's just angry at you **s

Who don't have your heart in your rap **

And got too **in' comfy, 'cause we still **in' hungry

Young Money, got the munchies

Faded, **in' faded, aw yeah I'm **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 ** workin' in that ** hole ah!

Three visits later, I went and did it major

So ** 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 ** out ow

Stop playin', I ain't with that **

**s act like **.

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 **

Brand new **, ** good as baby powder

Two glock forty's, ** you got eighty problems

Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some **in' goggles

Its better to give, but we don't give a ** about 'em

I just came home, ** then got real hoe

Lil' Weezy-ana, the boot **, steal toe

I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal hoe

I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin' field goal

Talkin' 'bout baby money? I got your baby money

Kidnap your **, get that "how much you love your lady" money

I know you fake **, press your brakes **

I'll take you out, that's a date **

I'm a grown ** blood, stop playin' with me

Play **hole and get an ** whippin'

I think you ** cat ha, hello kitty

I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin

I lay 'em down, tempur-pedic

This **s a game of chess, you **s think its cleavage

Its young money, yeah 'tis the season

I give you the business, ** this a business meeting

My **s hungry, my ** greedy

Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija

**, I'm straight, my girl a faggot

Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad, ugh!