Good Sense

[Intro]
Life...
Uh, but what that is?
(Good Sense)

[Verse 1]
Uh
Where haven't I been yet they still can’t name it
And 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, as-salamu alaykum
This for my niggas on the corner movin' hella quakers
And tell lil momma on the stage this your world, baby
Uh, how I made it? Hard work and dedication
But the shit I spit is history in the making
I'm Tre first bound to the day I meet my maker
My favorite color green, man, I'm still paper chasin', stackin'
I tried to told them hustlin' our nature
But fuck 'em I ain't trippin' 'cause I'm ridin' around getting it
This that Good Sense, ain't no love for the ignorance
Niggas gettin' even, ain't no love for they enemies
What's my demeanor, man, my mind frame militant
Yeah, ow!

[Hook]
Jet Life, Jet Life, nigga, yeah
But what that is? (Good Sense)

[Verse 2]
Uh
By all means, gotta get your grind on
Word to Rozay, I'm trappin' off my iPhone
This rap shit keep me miles away from home
Shout out to the homie Spitta, that's my nigga, he put me on
Ask my nigga Stone if I stay stoned
And like my Houston cats, I'm ridin' on chrome
Follow my Father's footprints, hope He don't lead me wrong
Shit my camp a threat, better ring the alarm
And I ain't buggin, if I spend it, I'm gon' get that back
I'm just a lil nigga from Kenner next to bat
'Cause I free my thoughts and put that shit on wax
But on a another low, my hood don't raise no rats
It's only trill niggas in my staff
And let's keep it real, the weak don't ever last
And that bitch you hittin' trash, and that shit you spittin' trash
And the shit I spit gon' put me on the map
Ow!

[Hook: Young Roddy]
Jet Life, Jet Life, nigga, 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 workin' all this time without no breaks
Tell my hood niggas stack your cake, keep yourself safe
Cause that clock tickin', 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 I'm twisting more stank
Smelling like a pound while I'm the bank
Ow!
(Good Sense)