Life Is Beautiful

[Intro: Bun B]

Yeah

The trill OG in this bitch

Yo, Grafh

I don't know if we ridin' somethin' old and classic or somethin' new and foreign, but we ridin' on these niggas

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Baby, I'm a star and my constellation's the Big Dipper

Your lady call me daddy when she pullin' on my zipper

And yeah, I might tip her

But I'd never fall in love with a stripper

I'd just as soon eat my supper out my slipper

Double cupper, I'm a sipper of the finest pharmaceuticals

Breakin' down the bud 'til it's cannabis in my cuticles

A soldier from the South and man, I represent it dutiful

Plus we gettin' to thе bag, nigga, my life is beautiful

Tapped in with Grafh, that's his namе and don't forget it

Put a bag on your head like it's rainin', ho, 'cause you can get it

And even if we get charged and you take the stand and tell 'em we did it

It makes no difference 'cause we still get acquitted

Now when you reach the status we done made it to and they afraid of you

And you no longer concerned what a hater do or say to you

That's when these overblown niggas find out that they deflatable

And me and Grafh sit down at the table and make a plate of you

[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]

We was bangin' 1-800-HUSTLER

I cooked eighteen hundred ounces, fucked the summer up

Some of us ain't never look back once we went in trap mode

Seven on my face, bitch, I am god, I am black gold

That stove on my neck cost ten of your mama houses

Crystal chandelier, marble floor, Balenciaga couches

Ounces gave me life, I knew them kilos'd make me live forever

It's sheep and then it's shepherds

It's shooters, then it's niggas that's just runnin' for the exit

My wrist circle like a Lexus

Don't compare them broke niggas to the rest of us

We had a hell of a run

Show you how to turn thirty-six to a seventy-one

[Verse 3: Grafh]

Ayo, been turnin' water to wine, now I'm too tipsy

I still turn one twenty-five into two fifty

Shot after shot, bulletproof kidney

It went in soft, now it's too crispy

You soft, you are too Disney

I'm a boss, trapper or a rapper, pick a hustle

Nigga, how you broke and you lazy? Pick a struggle

Too many choices, too many drugs, I could pick a couple

I ménage, go in the lesbian club and I pick a couple

You can get shot wherever you like, pick a muscle

I lift the muzzle if you lift a muscle

Nigga, food for thought, I'll rattle your skull 'til the dinner shuffles

Uh, I treat a body bag like it's a duffle

I make 'em believe again

You never shopped with me, come and see it then

I ain't sellin' you shit if I don't see you put the needle in

I don't believe you now, but I believed you then

I make a fiend dream again

See me after you clean again

Church, nigga