Lil Wayne - Good lyrics

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 fuck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit 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 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 f-ckin comfy
Cause we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin 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
Bitches workin’ in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 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

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, pussy good as baby powder
Two Glock 40′s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin’ in the money
Imma need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give
But we don't give a fuck about ‘em
I just came home, shit 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-ckin 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
Im 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, tempur-pedic
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 meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad