Living Good (R.I.P. Jen)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Problem] I'm living good, why you wanna see me doing bad nigga? Your bitch just left, say its the best night she done ever had, nigga Hoe stop lying, real bitches holla out Nigga stop lying, real niggas holla out [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle & Problem] Look, I came back with some better rhymes Bigger name, bigger chain and better rock Look, as I operate the enterprise Real nigga, first mil, you re-energize Fake gone, real finna rise Niggas wouldn't believe all the bad bitches I done been inside Beating the odds, ain't a bigger prize Kill me off 'fore I live a lie [Chorus: Problem] I'm living good, why you wanna see me doing bad nigga? Your bitch just left, say its the best night she done ever had, nigga Hoe stop lying, real bitches holla out Nigga stop lying, real niggas holla out [Verse 2: IamSu! & Problem] My phone won't stop ringing, Fat T keep on hitting me The homie just got his head knocked off on Century (fuck) To us that's fucked up, to the opps that's a victory 15 years later still fuck with me, mentally Won't let it get to me (roll up), the weed it be fixing me Off of 6 O's like wit Biggie and where Nipsey be What?! Let me break it up, life like dice, time to shake it up What?! (Diamond) I'm living life, boy And she bust it open for the right boy The devil think we got a price, boy It's on you if you gonna prove them right, boy Diamond light, Mr light nigga Chained up, turning up like them white niggas I'm doing me, why you mad? What's the gripe nigga? I hit the weed then I run the light nigga Shots [Chorus: Problem] I'm living good why you wanna see me doing bad nigga? Your bitch just left, say its the best night she done ever had nigga Hoe stop lying, real bitches holla out Nigga stop lying, real niggas holla out [Bridge: Problem & Nipsey Hussle] Light the weed, then I levitate We in this here to innovate We'll let all you other niggas emulate Survival in this shit, that'll make 'em whine [Interlude] Wait a minute, what the fuck is your problem? You got a fucking problem? I know what your problem is You got nothing better to do with your life But I'll give you a fucking real problem Chachi, talk to these motherfuckers [Verse 3: Problem] Let me, let me loose, let me, let me loose Throwing fingers out the roof, motherfuck a truce HBK, Diamond Lane, we hit our squad goals Don't need you niggas for nothing as far as our squad goes In that pussy, diving deep, no goggles Chachi, Paparazzi, count a million with his eyes closed Bad Lucc, Kool John, P-Lo, Sage the Gemini Cali outcast, so lets drop a fucking 'Quemini Never put a bitch over the business 'cause these women lie Why? 'Cause these women lie, 'cause these 'cause these women lie Drop this shit and kill these niggas like it's genocide Never ill-advised, please respect my business mind 'Cause all this shit pimping to me This rap game, only thing I see different is me And I don't talk about it, I just go Nike on a nigga Ask Su, he done see me go hyphy on a nigga, it's the crew Never catch us with our hands out, only bands out See us coming, pull 'em cams out, ch-ch-cheese White bitches, on they knees, Thelma and Louise Yell it out on three, "Fuck my enemies" Yell it out on three, "Fuck my enemies"