B.G. and Gucci Mane - Beautiful Life

It's that feel good joint right here

I'm livin' my life (life), a beautiful life (life)
Still gutter with it (gutter) and let go of the trife
Gucci and Gizzle home (home), right where we belong ('long)
Real niggas change (chains), we call that gangster clones
Still carry the stick (stick), to protect all my shit (all of it)
My family, the people 'round me, and all of my clique (yeah)
Still reppin' the hood (hood), for the greater good (good)
Let's get this understood, trip, you be gone for good (out of here)

Streets say we a breath of fresh air
Fresh out, hot girl tryna put that pussy on me (tryna)
Fuck niggas plottin' to jump out bushes on me (damn)
I got my Louis book sack with 'bout fifty on me (yeah)
Niggas start droppin', grab that trigger and start pullin' on it (yeah)
Real stand-up nigga, been 'bout mine (been)
Hated when COs made me stand up from countin' time (hated that)
You know it's on, they lettin' real niggas out now (they is)
Real bitches all in line, they like, "It's 'bout time" ('bout time)
I had to cop with sports truck and Cullinan (Cullinan)
Please don't be runnin' up on me, I ain't them other guys (ain't them other)
I got a bitch named Dina, yeah, the yellow kind (yellow kind)
She really look me in my eyes when she be suckin' mine (woo)
I got a chopper, you'll die, left in front of mine (in front of mine)
Black dresses, black ties if you fuck with mine
Elevated, took my game to the next level, they know it (know it)
You hear that engine roarin' (vroom)
I'm on one, it's showin'

I'm livin' my life (life), a beautiful life (life)
Still gutter with it (gutter) and let go of the trife
Gucci and Gizzle home (home), right where we belong ('long)
Real niggas change (chains), we call that gangster clones
Still carry the stick (stick), to protect all my shit (all of it)
My family, the people 'round me, and all of my clique (yeah)
Still reppin' the hood (hood), for the greater good (Wop, good)
Let's get this understood, trip, you be gone for good (go, out of here, go, go, go, go)

I changed my life, but the ice still glistenin' (burr)
Hot Boy, So Icy Gang, the hood still listenin' (hot, hot)
Niggas still movin' right and we ain't never lackin' (nah)
Niggas still petty hustlin', out here chain snatchin' (well, damn)
If bein' broke the new cool, then you goin' backwards
We eatin' good with no manners 'cause we real smackers
Think we gettin' foul 'fore you hear the second line (huh?)
First time, he got away, he didn't survive the second time (wow)
I miss my nigga Dolph, I think about him every time (Dolph)
R.I.P. to Takeoff, your name will never die (take')
Threw all the pain in Oxys like I never cry (nah)
I think I'm all cried-out, that part of me done died
Standin' on all ten with my shoes tied (tied)
He talked down on the mob, now that nigga hogtied (uh)
Remember lookin' out the window, nothin' but barbwire (fuck)
I did my time with some fuckin' real wise guys (mob)
Started off local, but we took it worldwide (worldwide, it's Gucci)

I'm livin' my life (life), a beautiful life (life)
Still gutter with it (gutter) and let go of the trife
Gucci and gizzle home (home), right where we belong ('long)
Real niggas change (chains), we call that gangster clones
Still carry the stick (stick), to protect all my shit (all of it)
My family, the people 'round me, and all of my clique (yeah)
Still reppin' the hood (hood), for the greater good (good)
Let's get this understood, trip, you be gone for good (out of here)

Written by:
Christopher Dorsey, Radric Davis, Craig Lawson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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