You know very well (yeah) Who you are (money, hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls, yeah, haha) Reach for the stars (it's all good) You had a goal (c'mon) But not that many (it's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty (check it) Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock till my tape popped Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday rap Attack, Mr. (Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!) Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good) And all the niggas in the struggle You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby, baby

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