What you gon' be? Lyrics

You gotta leave planet earth, escape in a spaceship

Not professional, so the rhymes kinda makeshift

But I don't give a damn what he or she say

I'ma do it my way, good life or highway

So pop a coca cola for the road

You got a long life ahead, so you better stretch your toes

And nobody knows what's gonna happen in the end

So do what you want, and be what you can

But just know that one day you'll have to answer to the man

I wonder what he's doing, does he have a plan?

I don't wanna know, cause death is the reason for life

All your stars and your stripes, ain't got shit to a knife

A tumor sittin' in your mind, have you dead by 25

You ain't even get to try, at this thing called, life

Don't miss it, it's goin' right past your eyes

Go get it

Seize every second, and make every day count

Cause one day you'll be lying dead, face down

I wanna leave a mark, wanna change frowns

And that's the sole reason that I make sounds

Coming to you from a laptop in Kansas City

To wherever the hell you are right now

I just wanna say, if you wanna do something, then just do it

18 months ago, I had no idea how to make songs

But I spent so much money on equipment

I taught myself everything, and now I'm making music that I'm proud of

Come on now

What you gon' be in this thing called life?

How you gon' treat the friends that you like?

How do you live, do you live for the night?

How do you love, are you ready for a wife?

How have you been, are you doing alright?

Wake up in the morning and the sun's all bright

It's gon' be a good life, it's gon' be a good life

It's a damn good life

Now I wanted to wrap up the album with a verse that perfectly summarizes it

And well, here it is

Ignorance is bliss, so people gonna doubt me

Immune to the hate, better call Dr. Fauci

Ooh ouchie, your shot grazed me

Then flew eight feet and hit a baby

I'm fucking up these rhymes that I write on my paper

And if you don't wanna listen, I won't make ya

But just know I'm cooking, I'm plotting every second

I'm finna get rich so I can give back to the brethren

And maybe make an impact, community I'll give back

I wanna make some money but do more than just get stacks

So be prepared, I'm passing through the rearview mirror

The fucking kid, coming straight through your ears

Straight through your ears

Passing the medulla oblongata

And pumping dopamine in your brain

It's the good life

What you gon' be in this thing called life?

How you gon' treat the friends that you like?

How do you live, do you live for the night?

How do you love, are you ready for a wife?

How have you been, are you doing alright?

Wake up in the morning and the sun's all bright

It's gon' be a good life, it's gon' be a good life

It's a damn good life

Well I guess that's it

I hope you guys had a good time

I thought it was a fun ride

But all good things come to an end

So I guess it's my goodbye

This has been The Good Life

So until the next album

Good afternoon, good evening, and good night