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

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