Lil’ Wayne – It’s 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 f-ck 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 aint right, I don’t sign the deal

Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill

Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope game

Aint 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 dont 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 visits later, I went and did it major

So f-ck 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

[Lil Wayne]

Stop playin, I aint 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 p-ssy, p-ssy 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 dont give a f-ck about ‘em

I just came home, shit then got real hoe

Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe

I aint 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 shits a game of chess, you niggas think its 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