This one goes out to you
And you and you and you
And you too Rock
Yeah okay

This one goes out to every dollar I saw and wanted to somersault
You cartwheel all winter and bet the summer's yours
From where the dialect is the duffel bag that you're gunning for
And if they handing you one then they scratched the numbers off
I'm off a different page but I'm still the way that you love me for
Love it or leave it I come from seeing
That no one or nothing breathing
Can grow up to come between what you done for yours
Unless you add like a hundred more, live and learn
Fourteen, hearing that all we need is to get a curb
Shorties used to turn down the Henny, it'd make their titties burn
Crown draped over my dome before I could get a word
Ever since they drove down my block carrying Biggie's urn
From up the block, 'cross the street by the store
When my man was put in position, told him peep out the door
One close, another open, until they cut the tokens
My flow the same reason they cut the dope and
You tell them it's all good

It's all good to my peoples on the curb
That's getting to it but never said a word, you heard?
It's all good, it's all good when the real's represented
Forever alive, now how you living? What? (yeah yeah)
It's all good, it's all good the way we ran with it though
'98, black champion flow, swear to God (uh, yeah)
It's all good, it's all good word to grey bottom fitteds
And know if you rocking
Then you riding with us, for real, it's all good

And it's still to my man Stack Bundles God bless your life
And my man Chinx also, word to the way the law rolled
On me when I was leaving your service
And they had all those tools drawn like, "Yo don't move par!
You look like you move raw, with all of them jewels on"
I look like I ghost write, what's all of this mood for?
I'm due for, heading back to my old block
Where that new store's really the same old store my mans used to move for
I'm back like 23 winning one and then two more
Bmi thru the shoe store, fuck is the brand new for?
Don C legacy J's, blue and orange joints
You say I'm set in my ways, you probably got a point
My son used the potty, so he's older now
Fred Hampton, Huey Newton, I'ma mold him now
But still teddy bear sweaters, bet he Lo to the ground
The hybrid of everything
That comes with owning a crown, it's all good

It's all good to my peoples on the curb
That's getting to it but never said a word, you heard?
It's all good, it's all good when the real's represented
Forever alive, now how you living? What? (yeah yeah)
It's all good, it's all good the way we ran with it though
'98, black champion flow, swear to God (uh, yeah)
It's all good, it's all good word to grey bottom fitteds
And know if you rocking then you riding with us, for real
It's all good

Due to me being who I visualized
But still got friends of mine that'll have you spending five
I been incentivized to come remind y'all that's it's live or die
In all purple denim like Prince alive
Raspberry Beret, raspberry Corvette
Stashed right by the steps is how we was left til we was left
Yo, you ever been surrounded by police?
And overhear them whispering to plan where to throw a ki?
It's all good

It's all good to my peoples on the curb
That's getting to it but never said a word, you heard?
It's all good, it's all good when the real's represented
Forever alive, now how you living? What? (yeah yeah)
It's all good, it's all good the way we ran with it though
'98, black champion flow, swear to God (uh, yeah)
It's all good, it's all good word to grey bottom fitteds
And know if you rocking then you riding with us, for real
It's all good

Yeah, huh
Tell us it's all good
Right, word to Boogie
It's all good , huh
And that's the way the story go right?
It's the way that shit go
Yeah, it's all good

You ever been surrounded by police?
And overhear them whispering to plan where to throw a ki?
Said, you ever been surrounded by police?
And overhear them whispering to plan where to throw a ki?
You ever been surrounded by police?
And overhear them whispering to plan where to throw a ki?
Said, you ever been surrounded by police?
And overhear them whispering to plan where to throw a ki?
Tell 'em it's all good

Man, I see your shit simmering, man, y'know what I'm saying?
I see you got the Rolex
What you know about this B? You need to get you one man
Stop playing
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Straight up pussy magnet man, you gon' have no problems, man
That ain't my flow man
Oh it ain't your flow? Oh you too smooth now?
That's what it is you too smooth?
Nah man that's you
Oh this me? Yeah you right, man
Making money is me, man
Ten years, man, you gon' have matching Benzs?
Ten years? Nigga more like ten days, man
Ten days

Copyright: MISSING LINK MUSIC
Writer(s): Gregory Skyler Taylor, Peter Phillips