Life's Good Lyrics

Gang gang, you know

It's what it is, Zombieland (RIP my dead ones)

Real life, No bull shit gotta keep this shit going that's the only way

Skelly boy (aye)

Like bro you couldn't believe this shit

Just last year was falling to the floor couldn't even sleep and shit

Toss and turning, pop another xan just on my tweaker shit

The F&N and the .357 prolly sleep his shit

Deep inside the mix it taught me bout a lot

I had it all but really ain't feel shit, was stuck inside a box

Remember days we got up on the road like "what you tryna buy"?

Brodie sick, ain't popped a pill in hours I know he finna cop!

Spacing out I seen a better picture

She told me I'm taking all these drugs, they prolly take me with 'em

Changed my ways but still feel the pain, it's getting hard to feel

Like how the fuck you feeling all this love from a little pill?

Niggas hat, they rap about a lot but never touched the field

Bald head, hollows took his hair now he little bill

In the cut I can get you scripts I'm not Dr. Phil

Suboxone & a 5th of henny, I'ma try to heal

It only kinda worked…

I can still get a X sold & still go to work!

I can still fuck yo one hoe, you know she love to twerk

Asked her why she like the ZombieLand, she say "cus you a twerp"

Came in with a little but shit I made it work

Look my nigga dead inside his eyes, he say he want it cut…

Damn (aye)

I can never judge a man cus I was down that road

Fuck a switch I'm coming G18's, a blow a nigga home

Fuck you mean tryna tell me bout some pape, you never seen real pros

Tucked it in & went & got a bag when they did me bold

Now im walking out with 9, crispy than a bitch!

They wonder what's inside my cup, just a little hen

Hit Japan, hit the U.K, bitch you know I'm lit

And anywhere I'm at you knowing bitches sucking dick

Life good can't complain, bitch I'm really him

Spend $1000 on a fit just to say I did!

Life good can't complain, bitch I'm really him

How the fuck I come up? Go see it for yourself

Man of the house, and I'm the only person here

Dukes still need help with shit you gotta pay it there

Watch yo corners, way I'm strapped up they wouldn't touch a hair

My niggas stuck inside they mind I still miss my niggas

I got a few dead ones I still feel they here

I came a long ass way from being incoherent

Life good can't complain, shit I made it here… aye at least I made it here