It's All Good - Mac Mall

I be what is known as a soldier out to make a mint

Keepin' the crowd pumped like I was Folder, ask yo bitch

Mall is in the house for '92, 90-fuckin-3

Keepin' the suckas stressin' off my Strictly SES Faculty

Never needs no pipe, when ya fuckin with some dope like this

I got the fools trippin', the hoes, niggas, and the tricks

Be askin' whats the aspects of a young playas game

Sufferin' through playa stress, pimpin' through the snow and rain

The sleet and on them mothafuckin' sunny days

Stayin' on my toes like I was told by young Mac Dre

I said in the last I’mma savage when I go up in 'em

Never thought yo' hoe be bendin' over for the next nigga

Love to hit the dank, can’t fuck with that Qaddafi

Since I’m comin' viscious, man, these niggas wanna pop me

But I just keep the game tight, you know, like a playa should

Just load the clip up, 30 rounds, fool, then it’s all good

Then it’s all good

It’s all good

It’s all good

You know it’s all good

Check this shit out

I’m hearin' hella mothafuckas tryna be actin', runnin' at the mouth

Thinkin' they can fuck with a youngster, fool, I got some doubts

How you gon' step and the fact, it’s already known

I need to put the latex on my mic, I’ve fucked so many times

Bringin' the suckas home, I’m not ya average singer

Get a middle finger, I pulled the millimeter

I wouldn’t wanna be ya, the electric shock’ll see ya

Peep the little red dot then you’ll pop, YEAH

The rollers wanna hem me at the station

They trippin' like they basin, mad as fuck 'cause we poppin' across the nation

I gotsta send love to Mac Dre and Young Kilo

Feds tried to fade, but soon y’all gon' be free tho

And much indo gon' be lit when y’all hit the strip

Game don’t stop from the Crest BIATCH!

It’s all good

That’s right, it’s all good, muthafucka

They don’t hear me though

It’s all good

It’s all good

(Hey potna, where you from, mayne?)

Who me?

Straight Sawyer Street dwella, fly young fella

Got the pimp takin' they bitch because they know that I got hella

Game and Mall’s the name, man, these fools don’t wanna fuck with me

Should I slang the D, or come up on the R-A-P

I love the M-A-C, cuddie, may you rest in peace

I eats a big feast after smokin' dank with DJ Cease

Fila’s on my feet, I’m sharp like a khaki crease

Some playas think I’m diznope, some Erk-n-Jerk and Kiznoke

In my fuckin' lungs, I got the doja dank smiznoke

Sometimes I get liznoke, I sit outside criznazy

I pack a Tiznec niznine 'cause fools be tryna spriznay me

I was at the telly, with this hoe named Kelly

Had the Iznerk and the Jiznerk and a siznack of that mellie

The hoe was kinda siznick, all up on my diznick

And since she love the SES I got some cuddie she can get wit'

These fools don’t understand because the game got chepa

I’m the telly room keepa, the through-your-window creepa

Its playas in the SES, I thought you knew

You do what you gotta do, as long as you pay my crew

It’s all good

It’s all good (Repeats until end)

(Get your hand off my leg… Get your leg off my hand)