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I was so money orientated, initiated as a thugFiendin' for wicked adventures, ambitious as I wasPicture a n**** on the verge of livin' insaneI sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bangNow tell if I'm wrongBut sayin' "F*** the world" got you deeper in my songsDrinkin' 'til I earl, spendin' money 'til it's goneIt's the good life - maybe n****z got it goin' onNow maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crackAddicted to the game, so obviously we came strappedPlease forgive me for my wicked ways, f*** a b****Bad Boy n****z eat a dick a day, bumpin' thisLord have mercy it's a slaughterSo wicked that my tracks is wettin' n****z like it's waterI learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked a** hood fightsBut I'm a baller now, n****, I live the good life[Chorus]This is the good life, f*** my foesLetras de cancionesGod bless the dumb n****z that, trust them hoesFound a way to stack money guaranteed to riseAnd live the good life, cause thug n****z don't dieWe live the good life, f*** my foesGod bless the dumb n****z that, trust these hoesFound a way to stack money guaranteed to riseAnd live the good life, cause thug n****z don't dieNo one knows what the, future holds, but youHaha... listen closeThey say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mindEvery day in the streets, got my foresight blindMy after time is narrow, peepin' down the barrel of a foeJust a n**** or a killer I don't know soWho makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest?Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm goneSend me home all alone in these cold streetsIn desperation constantly drinkin' and I can't sleepNeck deep strugglin' tryin' to surviveSome want to die I want to stay alive, eyes on the prizeLet me modify this whole regionI declare this sucker duckin' season, give me the reasonWhy I should change, into a softie... after living so loftilyIt cost me my soul out of control in a devil's worldMe, my n****z, and my girl - livin' the good life![Chorus]I spend my days and nights not knowin' if, strays in flightGoin' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me?Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake upLast night we off the hook, doin' way too muchBut it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceilingAll for the money, some kill some squealAll for the money, most ain't even realBut we still call 'em homies, now what the f*** is that?Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the gameI watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gainOutlaw 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 painI'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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