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good life - king havana lyrics

[hook]
momma used to tell me there’d be days like this
pastor used to say i was anointed for this
praying for the day i give this sh*t to my kids
just want a good life is that so much to give

[verse 1]
this sh*t feels like an anthem
this sh*t feels like the answer to the prayers that i’ve been asking
so long for the encore been replacing all the laughter
and i been fighting like a f*cking dog and praying like a pastor
i’ll x out every square playing games inside my faction
cause i’m tired of the do less and talk more rappers
only give to charity for pr rappers
those who preach about change but hardly show no action
your demise will be televised for a live reaction
i’m still not content with the sh*t i got on my plate
long talks with god got me questioning my mind state
i’m reading thru the holy book, but we ain’t on the same page
this sh*t feel like the last days, been living in a dark haze
feeling like a bird that’s been trapped inside a f*cking cage
back stage drained i’m just tryna find my own way
praying that my pain would be someone else’s gain, yeah
[hook]
momma used to tell me there’d be days like this
pastor used to tell me i’m anointed for this
praying for the day i can give this to my kids
just want a good life is that so much to give

[verse 2]
this the sh*t that i envisioned way back in middle school
spittin cyphers in the bus now i’m rapping in a booth
who knew they’d charge an arm and leg when tryna to pay my dues
so i’ma cash my check in cause i want my payments too
the lyrics in my mind been divinely orchestrated
descendant of the most high and my stories narrated
by the goats so i know im in a good location
placing faith in the lessons of the hip*hop legends
i been told to take stock of all my personal investments
throwing stones from a glass house tryna break down a glass ceiling
cause ive been glassing competition like my fist ain’t bleeding
i been knocked down and stomped out but i’m still here breathing
i’m tryna fly high before my wings get clipped
and my brothers tryna make it fore they ass get shipped
off to jail with no bail and get they dignity stripped
in a nation full of racists we need a change in this sh*t, look

[hook]
momma used to tell me there’d be days like this
pastor used to tell me i’m anointed for this
praying for the day i can give this to my kids
just want a good life is that so much to give

- king havana lyrics

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