how the good life's supposed to be The good life for you, for me Well I don't mind saying This is how the good life's supposed to be The good life for
Traduction: Craquelin. The Good Life.
,OH,OH Cuz you know the Po Po's the project and the old folk That waht we see 24 in the ghetto, corner spots crack rocks and gun shots Good time the bad
in my mind that's the hook An intellectual, sexual and still can cook Yeah, and I feel good right now I feel good right here, you feel good right now? You feel good
lonly But it's all good cousin, we gone carry on Although it seems so unfair your gone People nowadays neva focus on the positives Cause life nows only good
with my holy quran and found out I like cadillac So we shooting till the song is up Little boys are acting up Baby mothers are going crazy And the leaders all round cracking
make it right, And its Hard to decide, Whether I should leave behind all my peeps in this life, To move forward and seek what I find, This life is lethal! Like a crack
I wiped my eyes And buried the pain inside All of my memories Good and bad that's passed Didn't even take the time to realize Staring at the cracks
wings on her back, wings on her back, wi-wings on her back She had swag like mine, and ones in her crack, ones in her crack, one-ones in her crack She
Make Sure He's A Memory One Nigga But I Got Em' Shook Like There's Ten Of Me Go Hard In Hip-Hop Hope They Remember Me Screamin' "Thug Life" Like A Tupac
he be at. That's you That be stealin from your momma, Knowin she be the only one at your side, helpin you through your drama. That's you Sellin crack
Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto Screwed Up Click soldier for life Know what I'm talking about Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker Know
Z-Ro: Look i knew this fella named frank who had bank from pullin manuvers no descrimination for fity his brother will do ya His whole life he been broke
Jordan, dumping 23 in they jersey I'm sick and I'm slick, I run with gang bangers and jackers Frame plackers and bad actors, being watched by them crackers
Verse 1: Z-Ro] When will it ever stop all this hatin and droppin salt all I'm tryna do is live lavish with millions in my vault now from selling crack
