Its Good
Lil' Wayne Lyrics


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Who are rich and troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view
What price the crown of a King on his throne
When you're chained in the dark all alone

I'm as real as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't fuck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is real son
'Cause my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the dope game
Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas
Who don't have your heart in your rap shit
And got too fuckin' comfy, 'cause we still fuckin' hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, fuckin' faded, aw yeah I'm fuckin' faded
They tellin' lies about me, aw yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole ah!
Three visits later, I went and did it major
So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out ow

Stop playin', I ain't with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches.
Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
Two glock forty's, nigga you got eighty problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some fuckin' goggles
Its better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em
I just came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil' Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe
I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin' field goal
Talkin' 'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that "how much you love your lady" money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a date nigga
I'm a grown ass blood, stop playin' with me
Play asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay 'em down, tempur-pedic
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija




Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad, ugh!

Overall Meaning

In Lil' Wayne's song "It's Good," he talks about his life experience and how he perceives the world around him. The first stanza talks about how people's perspectives change as they progress in life. The rich and famous may come around to see the artist's point of view when they experience real struggles, like being chained in the dark all alone. This lyric conveys that no amount of wealth and status can protect you from the challenges and hardships of life.


The second stanza talks about the artist's authenticity and how he faces the world. He follows rules and is still present in his original environment, but has made enough money to move his life forward. He talks about how he doesn't fear death and how he is more concerned about living his life on his own terms. He also talks about the hate that grew out of love and that he doesn't sign any contracts that don't align with his values.


In the last stanza, Lil' Wayne addresses how people perceive him and his label, Young Money. People think that they have figured him out and he isn't happy with how they perceive him. He also talks about his experience in jail and how he was able to rise above it.


Line by Line Meaning

Who are rich and troubles are few
Those who lead a life of luxury may not understand the struggles of others


May come around to see my point of view
I hope they can understand my perspective someday


What price the crown of a King on his throne
Being in power comes at a heavy cost


When you're chained in the dark all alone
Even powerful people can feel trapped and isolated


I'm as real as they come, I follow the rules
I pride myself on being authentic and playing by the rules


I'm still in the hood but I probably should move
I'm still loyal to my roots, but I might need to leave them behind for my safety


Made enough money, I don't fuck around
I have enough wealth to not worry about consequences, so I'm not messing around anymore


I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
I felt a responsibility to stay and help those who needed me


Feds got my man, shit is real son
The authorities arrested my friend, and that's concerning


'Cause my god son just became my real son
My god son's father is gone, leaving me as his guardian


Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
Many people mistakenly see life as a game with multiple chances, when in reality you only live once


You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
You either take action or suffer the consequences


Kush in the air, I'm pushing the gears
I'm smoking marijuana and driving fast


Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
A once-loving relationship turned sour, leading to fear and discomfort


If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal
I value my principles and refuse to make deals that go against them


Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Even if my life is in danger, I'm not worried because I'm rich and idle


Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the dope game
The drug industry has no limit to how much money you can earn


Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine
There is no fair negotiation in selling drugs


So in other words nigga, do your thing
In other words, do what you need to do to survive


Mind in one place, heart in another
Feeling torn between what you want to do and what you feel is right


Please pardon my brother
Don't judge me based on my brother's actions


He's just angry at you niggas
He's upset and resentful towards others


Who don't have your heart in your rap shit
Rappers who don't put real emotion into their music aren't worth respecting


And got too fuckin' comfy, 'cause we still fuckin' hungry
Some rappers have become complacent in their success, but we are still striving for more


Young Money, got the munchies
Our label is still eager for more success


Faded, fuckin' faded, aw yeah I'm fuckin' faded
I'm high or drunk, and I'm enjoying it


They tellin' lies about me, aw yeah I must've made it
People are spreading rumors about me, which means I'm famous


Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
I'm rapping about my experience in jail for having a gun


But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole ah!
At least there were attractive women working there to make it more tolerable


Three visits later, I went and did it major
After a few visits to jail, I came out and found major success


So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
I resent the legal system for punishing me


Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out
Seeing young people who think they know everything, but don't


And then November came, they let my nigga out ow
My friend got out of jail in November


Stop playin', I ain't with that bullshit
Don't mess with me or waste my time


Niggas act like bitches.
Some men act like weak and annoying women


Shanaynay, oh my goodness
An exclamation of surprise or shock


This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists
This is my domain, and you're just passing through


Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
I want something from you, so make yourself useful


Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
Sex with a new partner is fantastic


Two glock forty's, nigga you got eighty problems
I have two guns, and that means you have 80 problems if you cross me


Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some fuckin' goggles
I have so much wealth it's like I'm swimming in it


Its better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em
Giving to others is important, but we don't care about doing that


I just came home, shit then got real hoe
I just got out of jail, and now things are serious


Lil' Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe
I'm from Louisiana and I'm tough


I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal hoe
I'm not the smartest, but I know how to get things done


I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin' field goal
I just landed and accomplished a big goal


Talkin' 'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Don't talk to me about small amounts of money, I have a lot more


Kidnap your bitch, get that "how much you love your lady" money
I'll threaten or harm your girlfriend to get payment from you


I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I know you're fake, so back off


I'll take you out, that's a date nigga
I'll kill you, that's a promise


I'm a grown ass blood, stop playin' with me
I'm an adult gang member, so don't mess with me


Play asshole and get an ass whippin'
Behave rudely and you'll get beat up


I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I think you're weak and cowardly


I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I help others succeed, like passing the basketball for an easy dunk


I lay 'em down, tempur-pedic
I kill my enemies with ease and comfort, like a Tempur-Pedic bed


This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
This is a strategic game, even though some people think it's all about looks


Its young money, yeah 'tis the season
This is the time for Young Money to succeed


I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting
I'm handling myself seriously and professionally


My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
My team is ambitious and eager to succeed


Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
I wonder if I'll die violently or not


Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot
I'm heterosexual, but my girlfriend is gay


Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad, ugh!
The sound of gunshots as I shoot someone




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Aubrey Graham, Andre Lyon, Alan Parsons, Jason Phillips, Brian Pickens, Jermaine Preyan, Marcello Valenzano, Eric Wolfson

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alecia


on Lollipop

good song

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