“It’s so much i can show you, without rolling through Beverly Hills
Without money, cars, clothes or even ecstasy pills
I don’t need weed to ease me when I’m stressing, fa’real
I just close my eyes and try to think how heaven feels
Just to feel good again, even though I know when I open them
It’s back to the hood again where kids hold chrome with them
Just to feel protected cuz the videos are showing them
How to shoot fools and take they doe from them
Thats why I try to give my soul to them in lyrics I spit
They reject it cuz they stressing for material shit
They getting sick and tired of fighting over cereal gifts
Cuz they notice bitches go head over hills for the whips
And the chains, and the chips, and the range and the clips
And the guns, and the women and the fun
Living in cribs in the ‘burbs, fuck the slums, they want funds
And they heard flipping birds is the ticket
They get it and they run with it
Some slip and fall, others pause, see the out come and call
On the Lord for some change cuz the game is too hard
To play straight by the rules, I’m trying to stay out the news
And make cake to buy food, fuck jewels
I think my soul glows bright enough, and fuck whips
I learn more when I ride the bus, and fuck gold
It’s bad enough that we fight for bucks, and fuck hoes
Cuz in the end I need a wife to love
Plus heaven is the life for us, so God…”

— Blu’s 2nd verse from Show Me The Good Life… I pretty much ADORE it. :)