Lyrics: Good Life

Foot on the gas I am fast Living, Picture me, I aint have no pot to piss in Now I am checking bags, cheifing hash with politicians Helicopter feds I am .. to get to know .. I don't want to brag but you ain't tried to hear about The money drugs and women that I wanna ask Smoked so much that I am going brain dead Whores are made of me cause my phone .. I tell her wow slow down baby... lady You drive by I ...it's a couple of paper plans Broadcasting my name over internet Airways bitches .. on twitter put my music on my space If you smoked the role and played this I'm gonna hustle