All Good - Trae Tha Truth, T.I., Rick Ross

I, uh, I hung the chandeliers in the trap boy

Uh, Double M, Trae what up

Me against the world, got it from the bottom

Now I’m on my own shit, they wasn’t on shit

I’m giving 'em tec, 'til it knock the king of it back

Stable or something I’m not you better not think too attached

No feelings to catch, dreams get cut, better relax

No vacation, like get you packed ain’t never teaching, it’s fact

I was in a state of mind of somebody who prolly finna trip

I wanted a piece of a peace of mind' but it got up and dipped

Minus the whip I hope the bitch crazy she end where she deserve

Let you go to workin' my nerves, so you power minus the surgeon

In this demonstration of prayers, no words I’m spazzin'

Hear the kick in for the river and that’s nothing you has been

For everything they ever done my heart colder than Aspen

While they wake up, I barely sleep overdosin' on aspirine

Sick of people stoppin' and knockin', but still they jock when it’s poppin'

The type to work with his arm, they go to poppin' and rockin'

Right off in traffic I’m hoppin, that hatred up for adoption

'Bout to be relocated, play with me it can’t be no option

Me against the world but I still won’t quit

Got it from the bottom so it’s been a long trip

I had a lot of niggas, now I’m on my own shit

Had a few hoes but they wasn’t on shit

They know I had a lot of wins, a couple L’s

The money come, it never fails, they know it’s all good

When the money gone, you see the real, they switching up

It never fails, but still it’s all good

Never ran from the opposition

Every opportunity I get to bomb, I’ma bomb on a pussy nigga

If you count pockets niggas better watch mine

Get money, get pussy, let my watch shine

Six figures for the show nigga

Get fifty for the after party and that’s for the low nigga

You better hold them to your ho nigga

Fast money runnin' rappin' now she runnin' with a dope nigga

Two door rolls Royce nigga

Your man making payments, I just paid it off and gon paint it boy

Still text your old lady boy

She hit back everytime you land up in your lazy boy

Strip club, black bottle time to pour it up

Peep the weakness in the game I had to sew it up

Yeah, I had to sew it up

Get money, where you from nigga?

Throw it up

Me against the world but I still won’t quit

Got it from the bottom so it’s been a long trip

I had a lot of niggas, now I’m on my own shit

Had a few hoes but they wasn’t on shit

They know I had a lot of wins, a couple L’s

The money come, it never fails, they know it’s all good

When the money gone, you see the real, they switching up

It never fails, but still it’s all good

Me against the world that’s apparent to me

Okay my momma she ain’t wanna be a parent to me

So I’m standing on the corner smokin' marijuana

Tryna get the package out to Carolina

They ain’t 'bout the dinosaurs in the dope game

Lookin' for the doors to the room full of cocaine

All I ever dreamed

Was a beamer and a girl of the cover of a magazine

Extended magazine

On a chopper and a Glock forty and a mini fourteen

Fully automatic, let the motherfucker have it

Bet they paralyze him if they missin' no bustin' cabbage

I’m from Atlanta the real one

The place where you ain’t gotta start a culture, steal one

Yeah, from where you can be the man 'til you kill one

And a bird ain’t shit, until you deal one

Bankroll Mafia

Me against the world but I still won’t quit

Got it from the bottom so it’s been a long trip

I had a lot of niggas, now I’m on my own shit

Had a few hoes but they wasn’t on shit

They know I had a lot of wins, a couple L’s

The money come, it never fails, they know it’s all good

When the money gone, you see the real, they switching up

It never fails, but still it’s all good