Good Life Lyrics

I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin' for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was
Picture a n**** on the verge of livin' insane
I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang

Now tell if I'm wrong
But sayin' "F*** the world" got you deeper in my songs
Drinkin' 'til I earl, spendin' money 'til it's gone
It's the good life - maybe n****z got it goin' on

Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack
Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped
Please forgive me for my wicked ways, f*** a b****
Bad Boy n****z eat a dick a day, bumpin' this

Lord have mercy it's a slaughter
So wicked that my tracks is wettin' n****z like it's water
I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked a** hood fights
But I'm a baller now, n****, I live the good life

[Chorus]
This is the good life, f*** my foes
God bless the dumb n****z that, trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
And live the good life, cause thug n****z don't die
We live the good life, f*** my foes
God bless the dumb n****z that, trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
And live the good life, cause thug n****z don't die

No one knows what the, future holds, but you
Haha... listen close
They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind
Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind

My after time is narrow, peepin' down the barrel of a foe
Just a n**** or a killer I don't know so
Who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest?
Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone

Send me home all alone in these cold streets
In desperation constantly drinkin' and I can't sleep
Neck deep strugglin' tryin' to survive
Some want to die I want to stay alive, eyes on the prize

Let me modify this whole region
I declare this sucker duckin' season, give me the reason
Why I should change, into a softie
... after living so loftily

It cost me my soul out of control in a devil's world
Me, my n****z, and my girl - livin' the good life!

[Chorus]

I spend my days and nights not knowin' if, strays in flight
Goin' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me?
Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up
Last night we off the hook, doin' way too much

But it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling
All for the money, some kill some squeal
All for the money, most ain't even real
But we still call 'em homies, now what the f*** is that?

Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game
I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain
Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin'
Better start to get to runnin' 'fore my click get to gunnin'

Still in the midst of all the stress and pain
I'm still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin' that good life

[Chorus: x2]
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"Good Life" as written by Tupac Amaru Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Mike Mosley, Ricardo Thomas
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing
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