It's Good feat. Jadakiss, Drake

You who are rich and whose troubles are few May come around to see my point of view What's price the crown of a king on his throne When you're chained in the dark, all alone? I'm real as they come, I follow the rules I'm still in the hood but I probably should move Made enough money, I don't fuck around I just felt they needed me so I stuck around Feds got my man, shit is real, son 'Cause my godson just became my real son Think life is a game, but all you get is a turn You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn Kush in the air, I'm pushing the gears Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill Gasoline, propane Ain't no salary cap in the dope game Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine So in other words, nigga, do your thang Mind in one place, heart in another Please pardon my brother, he's just angry at you niggas Who don't have your heart in your rap shit and got too fucking comfy 'Cause we still fucking hungry, Young Money got the munchies Faded, fucking faded, aw yeah, I'm fucking faded They telling lies about me, aw yeah, I must've made it Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol But at least they had some bad bitches working in that shit hole, ah Three visits later, I went and did it major So fuck the judge and the jury and the litigator Watching all these kids who thought they had it figured out And then November came, they let my nigga out, oh Stop playing, I ain't with that bullshit Niggas act like bitches, shanaynay, oh my goodness This is Wayne's world and y'all are just some tourists Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would, bitch Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder Two Glock 40′s, nigga, you got 80 problems Swimming in the money, I'ma need some fucking goggles It's better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em I just came home, shit done got real, hoe Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steel toe I ain't working with a full deck, but I deal hoe I just touched down, kick the motherfucking field goal Talking 'bout Baby Money? I got your baby money Kidnap your bitch, get that "how much you love your lady" money I know you fake nigga, press your brakes, nigga I'll take you out, that's a date, nigga I'm a grown ass Blood, stop playing with me Play asshole and get an ass whipping I think you pussy cat, ha, Hello Kitty I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin I lay 'em down, Tempur-Pedic This shits a game of chess, you niggas think it's cleavage It's Young Money, yeah, 'tis the season I give you the business, bitch, this a business meeting My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot Potato on the barrel, pop, pop, potato salad, uh