Good With the Bad — текст песни (Big Pokey f Mr. 3-2)

(*talking*)
Yeah, get it how we live, don`t stop
Don`t stop, let em know, ha

[Hook - 2x]
Take the good with the bad, the bitter with the sweet
The up`s with the downs, on ass we on feet
We mash on concrete, everyday is the same
Get it how we live think it`s a game, the gutter

[Mr. 3-2]
Through up`s and downs, bad times and good
Most things never change, it`s all the same in the hood
Boys get wiped out, and do time in the Penn
Never get to see twenty, cause they life`ll end
Drama again, it`s hard to stay on ten toes
So pardon the plex, and all of these fake ass hoes
The ending is sweet, sweet turned into sour
In less than a hour, real G`s turned to cowards
Money and power, control what`s around the state
Penitentiaries, holding the finest
But to find us, the good times always get ugly
Fucked up situations, can always turn lovely
The gutter, hopefully one day I could raise
See my life getting better, and hope my pockets get paid
Mashing on concrete, trying to see something better
On my hunt to go get it, on a chase for cheddar

[Hook - 2x]

[Big Pokey]
Take the bitter with the sweet, the norm with the pain
The nights with the days, sunshine with the rain
I`m at the bottom of the bucket, trying to dodge these crabs
This game got me scarred up, I`m trying to or these scabs
I run up tabs like Sprint minutes, stay on the floss
Heart of a hustler, pride won`t let me lay on a loss
In the water I`m a shark, but on land I`m a boss
A bunch of money later, when the chip land in the sauce
Say I`m not the nigga to cross, I ain`t that dude
I`m laid back, but I hate it banging a fool
Remember this, never bite the hand that feeds you
Cause the hand that you bite, might be the hand that bleeds you
Don`t let niggas mislead you, try to lead the pack
I feed my workers, my workers feed fiends to crabs
I got circles, hard, soft, half`s and packs
Better put that in a stash in stacks, for real

[Hook - 2x]

[Mr. 3-2]
Taking the good with the bad, happy done turned sad
The troubles of my life, make a nigga go back
With all that I had, got nothing to show for it
Get up off my ass, go get it and I enjoy it

[Big Pokey]
It`s a lot of niggas, stuck in this game
Same niggas that`s stuck, that`s the same niggas think it`s a game
We got dirty needles, aiming for veins
Sharp shooters aiming for brains, young niggas stinging for change

[Mr. 3-2]
Mash don`t look back, go forward and get ahead
Staying on top of all, maintaining the big heads
The game`ll never stop, and time won`t quit ticking
For nobody at all, it was already written

[Big Pokey]
I heard Peruvian way but flays, move better upstate
I`ll be out here longing, while niggas asleep I`m up late
It`s on I`m from the Stone, I`m all out here by tough gate
Teflon chest gear, hard hat and a Tre 8

[Hook - 2x]



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