It's All Good (feat. Soundz)

Whitney Peyton

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    Oh, they don't know just what you're goin' through
    Get up when they shake you, yeah
    Don't let nobody break you

    Some say I'm the greatest
    Some say I'm the fake-est
    Some sayin' I'm underground
    And some sayin' I made it
    I'm highly motivated, so let me demonstrate it
    I've been gifted since the womb
    And I'm angry that I waited to show y'all
    I'll rock a different image 'til you're thrown off
    I'm not shakin' my ass
    But my words will not get Dome off
    My momma told me not to ever run my mouth
    But my mouth is makin' money
    Let the motherfucker go off!

    You not better cause you got a better publicist
    What's the point of makin' music if you're not in love with it?
    That's about as dumb as puttin' trust into a government
    That's about as dumb as you still livin' at your momma's crib
    Keep your day job; why you still hatin'?
    It's kinda funny, Hip-hop's my only occupation
    I'm often misbehavin'; don't fit the stipulations
    That's the reason that my shit is never gettin' placement

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    It's all good
    I'll risk it all; I've got nothin' to lose
    You can try to send bad vibes

    I'm grabbin' life by the go-nabs; oh, crap
    It's all good; bet you already know that
    Ridin' in a Uber car, no stretch
    Decapitin' rappers on tour, roadhead
    I stay awake for those sleepin' on me, no rest
    A lotta' people ain't fuckin' with me, no sex
    They never threw me a bone; I had to go-fetch
    Tryin' to flex on me; can't do it, no weps

    Ha, so whatcha' gonna' do?
    I used to dream about it; now it's comin' true
    When there's a million copies but only one of you
    You gotta' take it to the booth and tell 'em
    I'm comin' through, 'cuse me
    My inner circle is the winner's circle
    Seein' too many spittin' like they skipped rehearsal
    Hey, I came from the 'burbs; now I'm universal
    So don't ever get me twisted, man; purple-nerple

    I took a lotta' hurdles, took a lotta' L's
    But my name starts with W, so critics, you can learn to spell
    I wish they not threw in the towel
    But before I leave the game
    Best believe I'mma burn it down

    Before I leave the game
    Best believe I'mma burn it down

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    Composición: Whitney Peyton y Allison Mae Mcguire

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