Good Sense

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Roddy] Life... Uh, but what that is? (Good Sense) [Verse 1: Young Roddy] Uh Where haven't I been yet they still can't name it And this a Jet World Order, they are all in danger And as I pack my luggage, they pack their bankers And every day, I pray I make it To all my people in the struggle, as-salamu alaykum This for my niggas on the corner movin' hella quakers And tell lil momma on the stage this your world, baby Uh, how I made it? Hard work and dedication But the shit I spit is history in the making I'm Tre first bound to the day I meet my maker My favorite color green, man, I'm still paper chasin', stackin' I tried to told them hustlin' our nature But fuck 'em I ain't trippin' 'cause I'm ridin' around getting it This that Good Sense, ain't no love for the ignorance Niggas gettin' even, ain't no love for they enemies What's my demeanor, man, my mind frame militant Yeah, ow! [Hook: Young Roddy] Jet Life, Jet Life, nigga, yeah But what that is? (Good Sense) [Verse 2: Young Roddy] Uh By all means, gotta get your grind on Word to Rozay, I'm trappin' off my iPhone This rap shit keep me miles away from home Shout out to the homie Spitta, that's my nigga, he put me on Ask my nigga Stone if I stay stoned And like my Houston cats, I'm ridin' on chrome Follow my Father's footprints, hope He don't lead me wrong Shit my camp a threat, better ring the alarm And I ain't buggin, if I spend it, I'm gon' get that back I'm just a lil nigga from Kenner next to bat 'Cause I free my thoughts and put that shit on wax But on a another low, my hood don't raise no rats It's only trill niggas in my staff And let's keep it real, the weak don't ever last And that bitch you hittin' trash, and that shit you spittin' trash And the shit I spit gon' put me on the map Ow! [Hook: Young Roddy] Jet Life, Jet Life, nigga, yeah But what that is? (Good Sense) [Verse 3: Young Roddy] Smell me from the block away, I'm gone off that purple haze I've been workin' all this time without no breaks Tell my hood niggas stack your cake, keep yourself safe Cause that clock tickin', ain't no time to waste Had so much money in my face that I didn't blink But like an Indian arrow, my money straight All I need is a frame for this picture that I paint Mo money, mo problems, so I'm twisting more stank Smelling like a pound while I'm the bank Ow! (Good Sense)