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Good Life (feat. Coco Jones)
by Collin Gibson
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Seem like I don't really got much to say lately
Look homie, Imma tell you this
I don't care how long I don't write a song
When I do, I bet it be a hit
Still be legit
Still gripping wood grain, still real, still dipping in the 'jects
Still giving niggas food, still letting niggas eat
Still table get set
Stop chasing a check, start writing them hoes
Can't wait for nobody to change my life
I was all in the garden liking these hoes
Meanwhile niggas plotting to take my wife
Changed my life, nigga that's real shit
Type of shit I had to deal with
Had to push start on that good life
Now I'm back to hitting that kill switch
Ha
I don't play with niggas, I got no chill
Type of nigga make a mountain out a molehill
When you see that big body with the chrome wheels
Know that you the type of nigga I consider roadkill
I am just a life-long Miller
Started up a business with a Tripod nigga
Mind your fucking business or its lights out
We can turn these mics off killer, I will fight yall niggas
Like BOW
Better days
Better days
It ain't where you are
Its where you go
We're living the good life
Seven days
It never change
It ain't who you are
It's who you know
We're living the good life
I don't even try and all I do is flex
And I ain't love them bitches all I did was sex em
I could beat it up or I could straight finesse em
I ain't even call em all I did was text em
I just make impressions
I be schooling niggas, you should take some lessons
Who the flyest?
Bet you you don't need two guesses
If her booty flat, I shoot it on her breast's
My tool is the microphone
Swing that shit like the tool to put tires on
Facts son
I ain't gotta pop king
You can get the Mike or the jack son
Same scheme, I spit it your life is gone
What is it, the Sig or the microphone?
Or you wanna get jiggy lil funny nigga?
Then you can get the mic or the Blackson
Know that I make it, I got it
I keep my bank in the closet
I leave my clothes in the hamper
Ran outta room, I keep making deposits
Bitch, I'm the hottest
Fuck every exec that didn't sign us
Fuck every time they ignored us
It could get ugly, it could go right in this order
Violence, then violets and violins
Like BOW!
Better days
Better days
It ain't where you are
Its where you go
We're living the good life
Seven days
It never change
It ain't who you are
It's who you know
We're living the good life
I been in the south so much, got a drawl now
Big body, that's my car now
Put a little money in my bank account
Stopped rapping, started living large now
It's funny how that works, entrepreneurship hard at work
So I ain't lying when I say I'm hiring
Codename: I got that work, Ha!
My life belong in the cinema
Crack shit like the bird in the Pentagon
I'm everything money symbolize
That's IT, for a clown, y'all niggas ain't Pennywise
I'm trying to monetize every line, every stream
Every rhyme, every concept, nigga every thing
To leverage the essence to elevate to better things
You better duck when that Beretta rings
This my shot
Better days
Better days
It ain't where you are
Its where you go
We're living the good life
Seven days
It never change
It ain't who you are
It's who you know
We're living the good life
Seem like I don't really got much to say lately
Look homie, Imma tell you this
I don't care how long I don't write a song
When I do, I bet it be a hit
Still be legit
Still gripping wood grain, still real, still dipping in the 'jects
Still giving niggas food, still letting niggas eat
Still table get set
Stop chasing a check, start writing them hoes
Can't wait for nobody to change my life
I was all in the garden liking these hoes
Meanwhile niggas plotting to take my wife
Changed my life, nigga that's real shit
Type of shit I had to deal with
Had to push start on that good life
Now I'm back to hitting that kill switch
Ha
I don't play with niggas, I got no chill
Type of nigga make a mountain out a molehill
When you see that big body with the chrome wheels
Know that you the type of nigga I consider roadkill
I am just a life-long Miller
Started up a business with a Tripod nigga
Mind your fucking business or its lights out
We can turn these mics off killer, I will fight yall niggas
Like BOW
Better days
Better days
It ain't where you are
Its where you go
We're living the good life
Seven days
It never change
It ain't who you are
It's who you know
We're living the good life
I don't even try and all I do is flex
And I ain't love them bitches all I did was sex em
I could beat it up or I could straight finesse em
I ain't even call em all I did was text em
I just make impressions
I be schooling niggas, you should take some lessons
Who the flyest?
Bet you you don't need two guesses
If her booty flat, I shoot it on her breast's
My tool is the microphone
Swing that shit like the tool to put tires on
Facts son
I ain't gotta pop king
You can get the Mike or the jack son
Same scheme, I spit it your life is gone
What is it, the Sig or the microphone?
Or you wanna get jiggy lil funny nigga?
Then you can get the mic or the Blackson
Know that I make it, I got it
I keep my bank in the closet
I leave my clothes in the hamper
Ran outta room, I keep making deposits
Bitch, I'm the hottest
Fuck every exec that didn't sign us
Fuck every time they ignored us
It could get ugly, it could go right in this order
Violence, then violets and violins
Like BOW!
Better days
Better days
It ain't where you are
Its where you go
We're living the good life
Seven days
It never change
It ain't who you are
It's who you know
We're living the good life
I been in the south so much, got a drawl now
Big body, that's my car now
Put a little money in my bank account
Stopped rapping, started living large now
It's funny how that works, entrepreneurship hard at work
So I ain't lying when I say I'm hiring
Codename: I got that work, Ha!
My life belong in the cinema
Crack shit like the bird in the Pentagon
I'm everything money symbolize
That's IT, for a clown, y'all niggas ain't Pennywise
I'm trying to monetize every line, every stream
Every rhyme, every concept, nigga every thing
To leverage the essence to elevate to better things
You better duck when that Beretta rings
This my shot
Better days
Better days
It ain't where you are
Its where you go
We're living the good life
Seven days
It never change
It ain't who you are
It's who you know
We're living the good life