Artist: Trae f/ Audio Push, Rick Ross, T.I. Album: Tha Truth: Part Two Song: All Good Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro: Rick Ross] I, uh, I hold them chandaliers in the trap boy Uh, Double M, Trae what up [Bridge: Trae tha Truth] Me against the world, got it from the bottom Now I'm on my own shit, they wasn't on shit [Verse 1: Trae tha Truth] 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 in a 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 it You go to my nurse, so you... minus the surgeon In this demonstration... no words I'm spazzing 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 overdosing on aspirine Sick of people stopping and knocking, but still they jock when it's popping The type to work for it's own, they go to pocket and rock it Right off in traffic I'm hoping, that hatred up for adoption Bout to be relocated, play with me it can't be no option [Chorus: Audio Push] 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 [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Never ran from the opposition Every opportunity I get to bomb, I'm a bomb on them 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 lil nigga You better hold them to your hold nigga, fast money running rapping Now she running with a dope nigga Two-door Rolls Royce nigga, you man make it famous I just... boy Still text your old lady boy, she hit back everytime you land up in your lazy boy Strip club, back... pour it up, peep the weakness... I had to sew it ip Yeah, I had to sew it up Get money, where you from nigga? Throw it up [Chorus] [Verse 3: T.I.] 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 smoking marijuana Tryna get the package out to Carolina They ain't bout the dinosaurs in the dope game, looking 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 missing no busting 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 [Chorus]