Hook:
Say All my people live good, may all my people live good, pray all my
Will All my people live good, till all my people live good, still all my
Can All my people live good, when all my people live good, then all my
Wont All my people live good, don't all my people live good


Verse 1:
Yo I came in the game with a dollar and a daydream
Feeling like the star player on the away team
And the referee will probably be the death of me
Bury me underground, drown me in the mainstream
Used to give a fuck but now I aint so generous
Used to hit the club but I don't need the membership
Never was a baller on a team as a teen
But the way they on my jock you'da thought I had a letterman
Never had a jump shot and all of my dunks skate
And I would rather chop drum breaks than pump weights
Never really saw eye to eye with peers either
But cheerleaders knew that I had flavor from one taste
I want to excel, hungry as hell but eatin good
The records labels never feel me like the people should
Make sure the lights are low when I'm on the microphone
And keep my reefer good til I see the reapers hood
Taking over the game so hit me with the ransom
Used to only reading Jet and now I'm tryna land one
Used to have a lot of problems, now it seems I am one
You are now rocking to the anthem, hands up

Hook

Verse 2:
All my niggas livin good, everybody eatin now
Chasin dreams with this rap shit until we feastin now
I can listen to my fans as they listen to my lyrics
Feel the spirit that you hearing. So happy it got me tearing up
Like my revenues, used to be out selling shoes
Now I'm coin shows with my bro, listen what I'm telling you
Just a kid that knows how to break bread
So my whole teams full, nobody left unfed
This Creator shit is true, we all got one gift
If we share it with the world then our lives gon flip
It went from meetings with the principal to meetings with Atlantic
And from bitches screaming "I hate you" to bitches thats romantic
Don't understand it, I aint plan it, but God knows this
When we make it to the top, we won't ride no bench
We gon have some fuckin cyphers with the loudest piff
We gon pull some all nighters with the wildest chicks
We gon shop all day rocking fly ass kicks
And we gon make this music so we all die rich ya dig
All my people live good
All my people live good nigga