Good Life

T.I.T.I. 

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T.I.

Clifford Joseph Harris, Jr. (born September 25, 1980), better known by his stage name T.I., by his nickname Tip and by his alter ego T.I.P., is an American hip hop recording artist, film and music producer, actor and author. He is also the founder and co-chief executive officer (CEO) of Grand Hustle Records. more »

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(Cook that shit up Quay)

F*ck the feds, I took a chance and went and got it right
Thousand pounds overnight on a private flight
Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life
Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life
You don't know 'bout the shootouts that we had
I was goin' in my bag
Damn near fucked up my sack, fell off then I bounced back
Now we paid now, getting money, now we paid now

(367) took a loss and I made it back (uh)
Took some powder and I made it crack (woo)
In the pot, the dope made it back (back)
Driving here, she just made it back (yeah)
(Yeah) remember back when I ain't have a sack
Remember back, I couldn't get a pack
I'm on now, I front my niggas packs (c'mon)
The feds won't get up off my back (uh)
F*ck 'em, I'ma get up off this pack (f*ck 'em)
My bitch love me, she got the biggest Rollie
I took a loss, she tried to sell her Rollie (okay)
Good life, nigga rich life
Plug life, nigga drug life
I always got the best drug price
This week (uh) I paid the plug twice (yes)
We ain't running out, we ain't stuntin' drought (nah)
The work in so we coming out (yeah)
If the money calling I'ma be en route (yeah)
Don't trust them niggas, I been having doubts (f*ck 'em)
Don't trust them niggas, I been having doubts
My nigga down, I'ma help him out (yeah, yeah)
F*ck them niggas, we can shoot it out (yeah)

F*ck the feds, I took a chance and went and got it right
Thousand pounds overnight on a private flight
Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life
Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life
You don't know 'bout the shootouts that we had
I was goin' in my bag
Damn near fucked up my sack, fell off then I bounced back
Now we paid now (yeah shit way different down there)
Getting money, now we paid now (I'm telling you Jody)
(I'm proud of myself)

Listen, I done came such a long way
From selling crack in the hallway
Cut school, used to trap all day
We ain't turning back 'til we all paid
You deserve J's and a Volvo
Had work, same color carbo
Bust a nine down, we be riding 'round
Went from Tom Boulevard to Far Road
Remember ice and money on Campbellton
We met Too $hort when we was gambling
It's what's in me nigga, not what's on me
Anything I ever had I can get again, shit
Been a real one since I was real young, huh
Since a pre-teen wanted one thing
Get a deal done for some millions
It be plenty weather, no North Faces
A juvenile fighting court cases
Now I walk around so much money on me, like I won at the horse race
Get the pavés in the big P, Plain Jane on the wristpiece
In solitaire, flyin' private everywhere
Think it came easy, bitch please

F*ck the feds, I took a chance and went and got it right
Thousand pounds overnight on a private flight
Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life
Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life
You don't know 'bout the shootouts that we had
I was goin' in my bag
Damn near fucked up my sack, fell off then I bounced back
Now we paid now, getting money, now we paid now
Yeah yeah yeah

I called Eastside Jody, asked him what's the word
He told me he working, got a couple verse
All my words slurred, I be on syrup
Put the city on my back, ain't have on no shirt
I took a chance with all I had, put it in a box
Fast forward six months, now I run a block
I used to stay with the J's eatin' cold food
Now I can fall asleep in a Wraith if I choose to
All them niggas nuts, I call them a loose screw
Better keep your strap, you slippin', they gon' do you
I refuse to be a victim, I can't make the news
I can't go back to no prison, I got shit to lose, I got shit to lose

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