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