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Welcome to the good life Where niggas that sell D Won't even get pulled over in they new V The good life, let's go on a living' spree Shit they say the best things in life are free The good life, it feel like Atlanta It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ahh Now throw your hands up in the sky So I roll through good Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari And she got the goods And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry Yo it's got to be cause I'm seasoned Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's 50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then let 'em hate And watch the mone

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired" So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find A way Through the day A life For the night Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why You haven't taken my life? Like what the hell am I doing right?