Good Times Pt. II

(Ain't we luck we got 'em)

Allah himself

(Ain't we luck we got 'em)

Man woman and child

(Ain't we luck we got 'em)

The book of life

(Ain't we luck we got 'em)

Starks Enterprise

Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus

I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures

Peace to half-moon Caesars, and all the bitches in the bleachers

Hot weather, sex on the beaches

Jewelry shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury

People saying that my chains look truck on me

But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet

Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced it

I beat Vegas, Wu segas I could get shot for saying this

West Nile shit cause me to spray this

Staten island's Gandhi ghost the rap whino

These avenger's word will make a child's mind blow

Hominy grits

Welfare cheese

Roach clips

Wic checks dated first and the fifth

What Ghost?

Fuck y'all niggas and

Fuck y'all bitches and

Fuck them pictures y'all taking

Fuck that whip you in

Starsky bring home the dough

Now the show is over

It's over? It's over?

Timberland clashing off them jewels, cash insurance

Tahoes fly clothes plus farragamos

Five plus five O, one plus nine O

Save ourselves, reach our goals

What if the bible wasn't good

And good was bad as bad as it should

It matters

Feed em proper food

The wonders that allah would do

Maybe they'll discover you

Look I'm like a couple jewels

Ticketron was sold out

Plus the garden love the way I move

People see me G dini hit beenie on the cell

See me you need you read me

Captain over get that weed to me

The champion of vigilante

Ask me what the circumstance be

Hit me like marcus camby

Hear me I fuck with family don

Faced the magic man at the soul circus

Wheelying elephants I can't fall off

Show off your last album was so sincere

You had crack head skits

Wody you went there

Bentleys with sharp shoes

Similak huggies big shazam jewels

Peace party people what's up

How ya'll feeling?

Face the God

Now it's time to start kneeling

Ya'll cats be killing me

Fronting like ya'll buying bottles

Puny ass sweater on

Ya'll be lying!

A big mansion

Real props and shrimp scampy

Sailboat big yacht and beige hummer

Summer home

Big stones and cologne

Remember hero?

I guess them corner days is gone

Mommy got a house

Daddy got a house

Granny got a house

We moved out

That's right we moved out

Now that's what I'm talking about

Ghost dini

I'm arista rat

Step in the game like

This is rap?

I thought this shit was this and that

This game ain't jack

I'm about to go plat

This verse right here

Ima wreck this shit

As for the album

Ima perfect this shit

In a class by myself I ain't next to shit

Had to get out the hood

Them projects ain't shit

Want an eight series benz

Cause a lex ain't shit

I want chain truck jewelry

Ya'll necks ain't shit

We could spit it for mills or

Spit it for deals

When it's over

We gone see who spit it for real

I'll battle you for your bitch

Or battle for your mom

I'll kill you with a rhyme I wrote with no arms

If LL is the goat greatest of all time

That's why I'm ghost greatest of all sides

East side west side north side south side

I spit murder so much

My mother fucking mouth died

Yeah

Good times good times

And mad sunshine

Word up yo

This is the theodore unit

Straight up

Word

Banky panino

Yo and esther rolle

We love you it's good time

For real uh huh

Drop a bomb to this shit flex

Word up

Ayo lex diamonds

Word up I'm here boy

We out