Good Sense lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Life... Uh
But what that is? (Good Sense)

Where haven't I Been Yet they still can’t name it
And in 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 Assalamu alaikum
This is for my n*ggas on the corner
Moving hella quackers and tell lil momma on a stage this your world baby (Uh)
How I made it? hard working and dedication
But the sh*t I spit is history in the making
I am tre first bound to the day I meet my maker
My favorite color green
Man, I'm still paper chasing, stacking
I tried to tell them hustling my nature
But f*ck'em I ain't trippin'
Cause im riding around getting it
This that good sense
Ain't no love for the ignorance
n*ggas getting even
Ain't no love for they enemies
What's my demeanor man
My mind frame militant
Yea out....
Yeah Jet Life, Jet Life, n*gga yeah
But what that is?(Good Sense)
UH..
[Verse 2:""]
By all means gotta get your grind on
Word to Rozay I'm trappin' off my iphone
This rap sh*t keep me miles away from home
Shout out to the homie Spitta
Thats my n*gga he put me on
Ask my n*gga stone about they stone
And like my Houston cats im riding on chrome
Follow my fathers footprints
So p don't leave me wrong
sh*t my camera threat
Better ring the alarm
And I ain't buggin if im spend it im gon get that back
I'm just a lil n*gga from canan next at bat
Cause I free my thoughts and put that sh*t on wax
But on the another low my hood don't raise no rats
Its only trill n*ggas in my staff
And lets keep it real the week don't ever last
Ant that b*tch you hitting trash
And that sh*t you spitting trash
And the sh*t I spit gon put me on the map
Out...
Jet life, Jet life, n*gga Yeah
But what that is? (good sense)
[Verse 3:""]
Smell me from the block away I'm gone off that purple haze
I've been working all this time without no breaks
Tell my hood n*ggas stack your cake keep yourself safe
Cause that clock ticking 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 im twisting more stank
Smelling like a pound while I'm the bank
Out.... (Good Sense)