It's Good-Burning Spear

作词 : Fullwood, Rodney Lil Wayne - It's Good (Feat. Jadakiss And Drake) Album:《Tha Carter IV》 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**k around I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around Feds got my man, s**t 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 d**e game Ain't no collective bargaining on c*****e 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 f**kin comfy, cause we still f**kin hungry Young Money, got the munchies Faded, f**kin faded, aww yeah I'm f**kin 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*****s workin' in that s**t hole Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it major So f**k 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 Stop playin, I ain't with that bullshit Niggas act like bitches. 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 bitch Brand new pussy, P***y good as baby powder Two glock 40′s, n***a you got 80 problems Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f**kin goggles Its better to give, but we don't give a f**k about 'em I just came home, s**t then got real hoe Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe I ain't workin with a full deck but I deal hoe I just touched down, kick the motherf**kin 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 playin with me Play asshole and get an ass 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 shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage Its young money, yeah 'tis the season I give you the business, B***h this a business meeting My niggas hungry, my B*****s greedy Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad