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I Know There's Gonna Be (Good Times)

Young Thug

In Colour

2015

weekends
Buss a toast fi ya real friend
Tell me what you drinkin'

I know there's gonna be good times
(And he runnin' up all the money on these hoes)

keepin’ it real; I don't care how you feel
Been swimmin' in this game,
In a tank full of sharks & no I won't drown, no I won't drown

[AC - Verse #1]
I’ve

or so and she gon' be my wife
I can't be mad at that life
I ain't go lie I'm getting sidetracked
Too much to talk about, plus I feel hijacked
By all these

spinnin' I'm doin' my fitness
Hall of fame trappin', young niggas I'm feedin'
My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells
I'm baking a dozen

calling that your other alter
After you just took a lose, I made you the defaulter
Yeah I'm white and I do science, you can call me Walter
(You can call me

paved (skrrt)
Louis collection in space
This a marathon, it's never been a race
All my real bruddas, yeah, I gotta embrace
Runnin' to the money, can

i'm on a

Microphone on the stage cold illin'

The knowledge i drop will be heard by millions

We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains

It's

the Lord ain't on his side tonight
His soul be rose in the sky tonight
Cause this guy be like, "My shit
Is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
And you

how far can I get before closing of curtains
So starting today (starting today)
I'm making a change (before it's too late)
This chip on my shoulder is

The One

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

we worked real hard to make it def and it was fun
And made it suitable to be ripped by - The One

[Verse Three]
The One - has the mentality

boys can’t get rid of me (Nah)
Money coming, money coming in them bad b’s wanna chill with me (Mm mm)
Little hooker go and act your age
Cause kway back

a tight rope
I learned from the old folks how life sometimes can feel like a joke
I laugh but ain't nothing funny, the struggle is real
I know how it feels

quick they were to take the life of Tamir
Rice, This life is so precious
How could be taken by those that we pay to protect us
Leaving that party as if

tepid off brand shit
I move that Walter Walter White
You merely pray to be on this dick
I'm moving from rags to riches
I'm John Kramer to these bitches

as gang by my side
We ain ever scared we bout the smoke
Ain gone hide, hide, hide

We just gone talk about numbers because all
These woman and men they be

witha mic 
I’m here to slaughter 

Any mothafucka thinking they can flow it like water
I’m the one with the blue like the breaking bad Walter 
Call me

You know that our scene be dry
If there isn't a rapper who's spitting fly
Imma Get 'em Blinded by going eye to eye
You know that our scene be dry
If

the land and seas
Murderers and people that defend the bees
Women and they children and the men they please
Sky dimming, I be grinning I can end this

the heights that I'm grabbing for 
No fabrication this fabric is sacred 
Took a lifetime to make it
Bundles in window seals tucked by the basement 
Money

you a better person
I’m hard to be pressed by, I study to know the real lies
Idolized, recognize the fake ones, who’s down to ride
Who the type

blow this place with cyanide
Like walter white did those Guys
My state of mind of mine
Defies logic, when I ryme
Like supersonic air strikes
Like killa

pink just like a Kirby
Smart
Out the clay a bulldog bitch I bite no I don't bark
Them street lights on you know you can't be outside in the dark
This

something
Real not an imagined
Fear scenario fed to us by the media
We can let go of this fear the problem is
That such moments tend to not last very long

yard, in endangered places
You'll be completely gone, I won't leave no traces
And this is just a song, I'm not gonna be catching any cases
Call me Walter