Lil Wayne, Drake, Jadakiss - It's Good lyrics

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 pushin' 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 bargainin' 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 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 must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow
Eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad
Bitches workin’ in that shit hole
Three visit's 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

Uh, stop playin', 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 40's, 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, ho
Lil' Weezyana, the boot nigga, steel toe
I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal
Ho i just touched down
Kick the motherfuckin' 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 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
Its 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-pop-potato salad