T.I. - Goodlife lyrics

rate me

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 curse