J.Y., Nipsey Hussle, Young Scolla - We All Good lyrics

Theres no progress without sturggle
As they say its the game we play
I show you mine, J

Through our struggle
They must have thought that we failed
But we must struggle so they
Can't stop what we built
(we with it so that's why I tell em)
We all good we ready for whatever
I swear to you we got it
Headed to the top and there's
Nobody who can stop it

They say im outta here, so im all for it
A breath of fresh air, got sent into orbit
You try to sell to me this
Moment i wouldn't have bought it
I can't pay mind to haters
I couldn't afford it
Find a synonym for great when
You look in thesaurus
You'll see my face I bet you smile
When you look at my portrait
Was lookin' to forfeit, but i took it back
Blinded by how plans foil
That's how I look at rap
But contrary to belied I was pushed to rap
Learning breath control at six
Holding my boogers back
Got introduced to Pete Rock that's when
I got hooked to rap
15 years later Im buzzin' now
Would you look at that
Ain't no lookin' back
I got my rhymes seasoned
And I got all yall attention
For the time bein
So my minds even, ready for grind season
So im riding until the wheels
Get the decline treatment

Now Im smoking on this overseas
Amsterdam shit kush weed
Politicking trying to make my plans stick
Push me i'm too close to
The edge i smash quick
I ain't that nigga thinkin' he gonna
Get a couple dollars and switch
I ain't ya role model
I ain't on no positive shit
I'm on some by any means a
Nigga got to get rich
Ski mask schemes my team's only logic is this
Its only one way up to go
And that's up outta this shit
Could you believe they didn't see
That I was the shit
Niggas slept I woke em up
Like an alarm after 6
Look im a hustler you can tell
By the cars that I dip
Fully loaded extra features like the
Broads that I flip
Its not a bar that Im gone spit
That's not a part of my script
You eyewitness ass niggas get
Arrested and snitch
Until you niggas looking at me
Like the lick with hit
Id tell you bout the last nigga
But he rested in piss, look

My minds roamin' free, I'm in the zone to be
One of the top spitters
Thats on the coldest beats
So come and see the show
I hope they hold your seats
You left ya ticket home
You better show receipts
If you should ever wonder
If the show is brief
Dead the worry out ya mind I can go for weeks
I can go for months
Light up and roll the reef
Until God take my life and
Has my soul to keep
So what you supposed to see
Flows composed from me
Controlled vocally, death's what I
Propose for the, weak
Low key I bring the wolves out
And I never been shy, so throw that bull out
My cribs full of hoes, never raw I pulls out
So like Jesse, I get Becky in that full house
Thats the life for me, but only I can see
I believe the only comp in my eyes is me