Rollin' through the city late night, I don't got a problem, not the type to beg and fight
God told me I ain't livin' right, but I'm livin' good, so I guess I'm alright
All good, all good, uh, yeah, all caps
Rollin' through the city late night, I don't got a problem, not the type to beg and fight
God told me I ain't livin' right, but I'm livin' good, so I guess I'm alright
All good, all good, sure do wanna chill, send her back to the hood
Funny how I go from Richmond hood to Hollywood, everybody laughin', guess they never understood
Nah, no one understood my passion, guess I got a habit, I use way too much contractions
Money at it, forcing me to go work on my fractions, life I only add, I would never do subtractions
Now they know my name, yeah, I did it for my family, cause I want the fame, most important is the happiness
I want world peace, no more war in these streets, no more talkin' on the deck, got shot in these streets
Yeah, that * is gettin' lame, and these rappers sound the same, need to take over the city, do it in Houdini's name
And I'm gettin' opportunities, that didn't think I'd get before, another late night, and the city seem 4-4-4
I go three for three, I beg you don't talk to me, everybody in my way, it ain't really distractin' me
When I turn my life around, know it didn't come for free, nowadays, everywhere you go, you gotta pay a fee
Now I'm bothered by the haters, I'm not bothered by the talkers, I remember things were peaceful in the back of planes
Talk about my life, took a turn, hope I don't end up in an urn, I guess that's what people real, cause the real ones concerned
Hittin' bucks, tryna take over my own education, I don't wanna go to school to learn some useless information
That a teacher knows about taxes, they teach us about punctuation, I thank God every day, cause he made this my occupation
Stayin' healthy, decided that I'm playin' soccer, copper gave me a bill, told me spend it proper
But I wasted like half on a Pippo Popper, and my girl went insane, so I had to drop her
Rollin' through the city late night, yeah, I don't got a problem, not the time to pick a fight
God told me I ain't livin' right, but I'm livin' good, so I guess I'm alright
All good, all good, sure do wanna chill, send her back to the hood
Funny how I go from Richmond hood to Hollywood, everybody laughin', guess they never understand
No way
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