It`s Good Songtext

(You who are rich and whose troubles are few) 

(May come around to see my point of view) 

(What price the crown of the king on his throne?) 

(When you’re chained in the dark all alone)

[Jadakiss]

I’m as real as they come, I follow the rules 

I’m still in the hood, but I prob’ly 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 pushin’ the gears 

Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear 

If it ain’t right, I don’t sign the deal 

Shoot in the watch, I got time to kill 

Gasoline, propane 

Ain’t no salary cap in the dope game 

Ain’t no collective bargainin’ on cocaine 

So in other words, nigga, do your thing

[Drake]

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 yo’ rap shit, and got too fuckin’ comfy 

‘Cause we still fuckin’ hungry, Young Money got the munchies 

Faded, fuckin’ faded, aw, yeah, I’m fuckin’ faded 

They tellin’ lies about me, aw, yeah, I musta made it 

Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol 

But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shithole 

Ahhh, three visits later, I went and did it major 

So fuck 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 nigga out 

Ohhhh 

[Lil Wayne]

Stop playin’, I ain’t wit’ that bullshit 

Niggas act like bitches, Shenaynay, oh my goodness 

This is Wayne’s world, and y’all are just some tourists 

Gimme 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 

Swimmin’ in the money, I’ma need some fuckin’ goggles 

It’s better to give, but we don’t give a fuck about ‘em 

I just came home, shit done got real, hoe 

Lil Weezyana, the boot, nigga, steel toe 

I ain’t workin’ wit’ a full deck, but I deal, hoe 

I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin’ field goal 

Talkin’ ’bout Baby money? I got yo’ baby money 

Kidnap yo’ bitch, get that «How much you love yo’ lady?” money 

I know you fake, nigga, press yo’ brakes, nigga 

I’ll take you out, that’s a date, nigga 

I’m a grown-ass blood, stop playin’ wit’ me 

Play asshole, and get a ass-whippin’ 

I think you pussycat, ha, Hello Kitty 

I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin 

I lay ‘em down, Tempur-Pedic 

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 meetin’ 

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) Potato salad