Beautiful Life (ft. RaVaughn)
Peace y'all, yeah
This one right here goes to my most loyal, loyal, loyal, loyal ones
You for me and me for you
We see things alike
We live alike, in truth
The craziest things already happened, get me
Could tell you 'gon be laughing
At me or you laughing with me?
My baby's mom made a book about me
She tried to out me
In Barnes & Nobles new release section she's confessin'
Now the streets guessin' the beefin'
Started over some woman
Couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth
Was she looking for fame?
Yo, I hope she got it
Since then I been the object
Gossip people tried to target
All women should bid
For keeping real fathers away from their kids
These rappers talkin' real shit I lived
How many been married, divorced
Their ex lady wildin'
Hires a lawyer, judge awards 'em
Monthly eighty thousand
Stevie Wonder sent me word
That he was in my corner
Blind but still sees
The pain of a young performer
Used to be my rib
Thought it was 'til death do us
She married again and
I'm wishin' all the best to her
Got me looking for my mother
All I see is suckers
She lookin' over me now
Sayin' don't trust 'em
Come on I'm livin'
I don't need many to pray for me
Her bad, she wanna keep
The kids away from their dad
Tell you lames something, spit some game
Planes carry me to Madrid, Spain
So why complain?
When you place blame
Then you're defective
When you take blame
Then you're respected
You gotta give me credit
Woah
Life is good, I must admit it
Woah
Ups and downs, we've all been through it
Woah
Ain't no other way to do it
Woah
Life is good, it's good, it's good
Uh
The craziest things just happened to me, get me
So now whatever happens next
It probably won't affect me
How many people owe the feds
Keep it real especially
If you an artist in this music game
The smartest ones get abused for their change
And my life is sex, super stardom, and stupid cash
So unpredictable not aware you could lose it fast
I signed my own checks, swore we paid the IRS
Somebody's stealin', I swear to God
Tsk, for now, I invest
To my incarcerated team who got life
It's not right but you still got your life
Rest in peace to Gil Scott
From the kill or be killed blocks
Not from Philly but a nigga
Done hustled them hilltops
Commercial pop artists get all the accolades
I give a million cash away
To be revered like Donny Hathaway
Probably not as half as paid as I should be
But I stay in some cars and stay in some pussy
It's a beautiful life
Beautiful life, beautiful life
Woah
Life is good, I must admit it (Yeah)
Woah (Beautiful life)
Ups and downs, we've all been through it
Woah (Life's still good)
Ain't no other way to do it
Woah (Yeah, yeah)
Life is good, it's good, it's good
A thin line from this gangsta life and rap stuff
I can say I never been punked, robbed, or smacked up
Proud to say I never been chased, jumped, or backed up
Or extorted for my pay stubs
Lucky or blessed from what prayer does
'Cause hey, I was riding in caravans
With AK's and gloves inside 'em
And if I should spare that man
Who violated my trust
I gave him a pass
My man called and I value his judgement
I let it ride and thought no more of it, it's over
So if it's my turn to be on the other side of the gun
I'm granted my four leaf clover
No one's leaving me colder
'Cause I chilled and let you breathe, yes
Let's go our own ways and let the beef digress
I done seen insanity close up
Schizophrenia shows up in most us
My younger brother knows this
Not Jungle, got another brother in PA
Spazzed on' em, hurt me to
Put hands on 'em 'til this day
I gotta say I got some fam across the USA
Cackalack to Kansas but my mans
Around the way had contacts
They was Spanish coppin' grams and cooking 'ye
Willie, Bo, blowing haze, Mayo next door
Joe, Martin, Slade, I'm solo these days
It wasn't my fault
I never knew the time of death and maturity
Would sever my crew up in New York
Barely survived
Large, I thank you for teaching me
Not to pop my letter P's in the booth
How to control my vocals and spit poetically smooth
Akinyele, you knew
I was your brother 'til death
Back when you put me on to NiQuay from Lefrak
You was a dime, we was nobodies
Say what's up to Shameek, send my love to Yadi
I pray we all get old if I never again
Go gold and sell tickets
We could all still kick it
It's a beautiful life
Beautiful life, beautiful life
Rest in peace to my brother Talik
Gone too soon
God bless your soul brother
He was wild
This one right here goes to my most loyal, loyal, loyal, loyal ones
You for me and me for you
We see things alike
We live alike, in truth
The craziest things already happened, get me
Could tell you 'gon be laughing
At me or you laughing with me?
My baby's mom made a book about me
She tried to out me
In Barnes & Nobles new release section she's confessin'
Now the streets guessin' the beefin'
Started over some woman
Couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth
Was she looking for fame?
Yo, I hope she got it
Since then I been the object
Gossip people tried to target
All women should bid
For keeping real fathers away from their kids
These rappers talkin' real shit I lived
How many been married, divorced
Their ex lady wildin'
Hires a lawyer, judge awards 'em
Monthly eighty thousand
Stevie Wonder sent me word
That he was in my corner
Blind but still sees
The pain of a young performer
Used to be my rib
Thought it was 'til death do us
She married again and
I'm wishin' all the best to her
Got me looking for my mother
All I see is suckers
She lookin' over me now
Sayin' don't trust 'em
Come on I'm livin'
I don't need many to pray for me
Her bad, she wanna keep
The kids away from their dad
Tell you lames something, spit some game
Planes carry me to Madrid, Spain
So why complain?
When you place blame
Then you're defective
When you take blame
Then you're respected
You gotta give me credit
Woah
Life is good, I must admit it
Woah
Ups and downs, we've all been through it
Woah
Ain't no other way to do it
Woah
Life is good, it's good, it's good
Uh
The craziest things just happened to me, get me
So now whatever happens next
It probably won't affect me
How many people owe the feds
Keep it real especially
If you an artist in this music game
The smartest ones get abused for their change
And my life is sex, super stardom, and stupid cash
So unpredictable not aware you could lose it fast
I signed my own checks, swore we paid the IRS
Somebody's stealin', I swear to God
Tsk, for now, I invest
To my incarcerated team who got life
It's not right but you still got your life
Rest in peace to Gil Scott
From the kill or be killed blocks
Not from Philly but a nigga
Done hustled them hilltops
Commercial pop artists get all the accolades
I give a million cash away
To be revered like Donny Hathaway
Probably not as half as paid as I should be
But I stay in some cars and stay in some pussy
It's a beautiful life
Beautiful life, beautiful life
Woah
Life is good, I must admit it (Yeah)
Woah (Beautiful life)
Ups and downs, we've all been through it
Woah (Life's still good)
Ain't no other way to do it
Woah (Yeah, yeah)
Life is good, it's good, it's good
A thin line from this gangsta life and rap stuff
I can say I never been punked, robbed, or smacked up
Proud to say I never been chased, jumped, or backed up
Or extorted for my pay stubs
Lucky or blessed from what prayer does
'Cause hey, I was riding in caravans
With AK's and gloves inside 'em
And if I should spare that man
Who violated my trust
I gave him a pass
My man called and I value his judgement
I let it ride and thought no more of it, it's over
So if it's my turn to be on the other side of the gun
I'm granted my four leaf clover
No one's leaving me colder
'Cause I chilled and let you breathe, yes
Let's go our own ways and let the beef digress
I done seen insanity close up
Schizophrenia shows up in most us
My younger brother knows this
Not Jungle, got another brother in PA
Spazzed on' em, hurt me to
Put hands on 'em 'til this day
I gotta say I got some fam across the USA
Cackalack to Kansas but my mans
Around the way had contacts
They was Spanish coppin' grams and cooking 'ye
Willie, Bo, blowing haze, Mayo next door
Joe, Martin, Slade, I'm solo these days
It wasn't my fault
I never knew the time of death and maturity
Would sever my crew up in New York
Barely survived
Large, I thank you for teaching me
Not to pop my letter P's in the booth
How to control my vocals and spit poetically smooth
Akinyele, you knew
I was your brother 'til death
Back when you put me on to NiQuay from Lefrak
You was a dime, we was nobodies
Say what's up to Shameek, send my love to Yadi
I pray we all get old if I never again
Go gold and sell tickets
We could all still kick it
It's a beautiful life
Beautiful life, beautiful life
Rest in peace to my brother Talik
Gone too soon
God bless your soul brother
He was wild
Credits
Writer(s): Ernest Dion Wilson, Stafford Floyd, Nasir Jones, Richard Davis, Reginald A Brown
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