I keep telling myself Man I'm living the good life I'm living the good life I'm on top of the world I'm on top of the world
I was born into poverty raised I the sewerage Streets always would be a part of me, it made me the truest And even when my days were the bluest I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it Fear ain't in the heart of me I learned just do it You get courage in your fears right after you go through it Now I come through in a Coupe on 22s That ain't bad for a nigga who ain't even finish school Don't get me wrong I never been a fool I just put off graduating for a pair of tennis shoes I used to use the beat to paint my pain But nowadays man I can't complain I got several automobiles and they all on thangs Several size of tangent and they all in one chain Used to see me in the mall I'm the same And get a couple broads giving brain on the plane
I come from Chi-Town lost and found in the struggle Where dudes say stay safe and stay out of trouble Speak is muffed the law and B gon try to cuff you Those with duffles move weight and have muscles I came through the dirt with a verse for the people Open up for Daddy Kane and Easy up at the Regal The radio rarely put their needle on my record They ain't see how the hood and heaven were connected Sounds projected, ain't show how effective Lessons learned, sessions turned to life reflected And everything I found real in life know I kept it They say life's a teacher, you're gonna get tested When a nigga changed they keep saying that nigga strange Couldn't see how my mind won't be the lame Ahead of my time I caught up with the game Making good music making paper making change
I put on gasoline drawers I stood in the fire With enough heat to set the hood on fire Man you niggaz think Suge was off the wire You should've seen the squad before I had Messiah We assumed the title as the number one supplier Felt like I was selling blow since I was in diapers And wish a nigga would come try us We was cool with the killers, best friends with the lifers Quick to up and scrap with niggaz who want to deny For what we considered then as a lucrative empire But like that pimping time flash by you Now I wonder what the judge think as he reading my priors Prison ain't full and the reefer ain't bias You ain't got to tell and distant the liars Gave the jail hell and shot birds at the hearse Lived through worse and reversed the curseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
