Life Aint So Bad

Yeah, I'm back bro

Turn this all the way up like Fat Joe

I don't need a bank for the bag though

Hide it in the elevator and call it a cash flow

B-L-A-C-K they don't like me for that and sometimes I see gray

Even though time flying I wanted to move weight

Biggie in '94 bad boy I need faith

I own my own masters master of my own fate

I feed the whole family fish and bread on the plate

Don't know everything I know God don't make mistakes

And he always working so why should I take a break

Grace and thanks to my grannies they passed on