or two All the good in this life, wish for yourself All the good in this life, wish for yourself All the good in this life, wish for yourself All the good
stunna! [Chorus] I look up to the sky (to the sky!) and now the world is mine (the world is mine!) I've known it all my life (all my life) I made it,
with the actions Of one individual he's criminally attached I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors While dating all the models and actresses I'm learning all
hundred on that pounds of blow a hundred on that marble flow So we higher than a bright light sunny day sunny night hustlin' like all night doin it to
, bodacious so i'm humphrey i used to rubber band, but now i got a bungee if you let me expand, that refers to the money gucci's all good, chanel is all
hood be a part of Maybe I should have kept my thought off It's all good neither he'd hit the guard off Now you shit, nigga, garbage you's a rat Never
a good good feeling, oh yes it isa?¦ (I still don't believe you) Ohhh, I don't care if you don't believe me (I don' believe you) It's a good, good feelin
Dear baby, wassup witch? I really do wanna believe it, but you know, so good I guess a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do I mean you you couldn't just
you Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way these tongues are twisted The good in us is all we know There
na Na na, na na na na na I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way these tongues are twisted The good in us is all we know There's too much left
can of Cycle Four There's garbage in the water, there's poison in the sky I guess it won't be long before we're all gonna die Happy birthday Happy birthday
'll be good to you I'll be good to you girl I'll be good to you babe I'll be good to you girl I'll be good to you babe I'll be good to you girl I'll
no need to be nervous, ride wit a G everything will be perfect, put it down put it all on the surface, thuggin if you ride it'll all be worth it, til
you didn't sell nada Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better be thankful we even let y'all shine Everytime I turn around there's
and Kangol was so cool (do it a) Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) (let's do it again) [Verse: Shawnna] It used to be all good
Dollar like a whole rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage
on Beech Street The white man lived on Wall Street And the chinnese man's store is where they all meet Not really on the good foot Because the white
shank the crank Elvis Presley Jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain't No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on stage and take off all your clothes; then