Everything's Alright

[Verse One: Illmaculate] You know the champ is here, if you watched my rap career I made my talent clear back in my battle years Mom's proud now, tryin' to hold back the tears I tell her not to celebrate until the sample's clear Eyes in the back of my head? Yeah I have a pair Watching everything around me, I'm that aware Cause some cats ran up and tried to jack my gear I guess I have bad luck like a shattered mirror It's fine, karma will get 'em Even that, not a promise I didn't play the part of a victim Nah, I ran back up to see all of 'em dippin' Caught one he caught a fist when I balled it and hit 'em If I had my way then, I'd be caught in the system Tossed in a prison cause I fit the proper description Pants saggin' low, hat tilted to the side With my hands stackin' dough, can't feel it? Then it's fine [Hook: Illmaculate and Mo-B] You can hate if you hate me, it's the way that they raised me You ain't never lived a day in my life (my life) Cause I stay in the city where they pay us with pennies Saying everything will be alright, but it's not Cause our past has been ugly, more than half of us bummy We barely have enough money to get high (get high) But we still roll an L and puff while we dodging jail and cuffs And telling us it's fine but it's not, and that's fucked up [Verse Two: Only One] I'm talking about Americans, you know who them is? And when you go to their crib You don't see nothing when you open their fridge Like, you mean to tell me you got both them kids? Like, you ain't know what a Trojan is? Like, I know some guys that are sheep in wolves clothes Begging for skull though, she could be full-blown Whether women or men of faith, whatever age Be thankful you ain't catch a case Or catching AIDS and seen Heaven's gates I had to set a pace, cause I could never beg Even when I lived in Section-8 in second grade I used to never pray and laugh when people said they grace Though we probably all asked god for some better days I had to set it straight for what's next I'm here to generate enough bread and demonstrate success So hit blunts and stack chips, give love and bag chicks Live fun and have kids, this us and that's it [Hook] [Verse Three: Illmaculate] To pass the time I light a L Dissatisfied cause life is hell, we're all trapped inside an iron cell Basically contained get sacrificed cause iron sells I don't pack a nine or fire shells, I have to lie when the mic is L How can a mastermind aquire? Well Fuck a label, now-a-days you have to sign yourself See a different thing, your dividends from pennies to Benjamins From petty to bigger and better be ready to get it then I have to record, that's what I'm passionate for Hand me your cash, keep your love; that's what family is for Half my family is poor Step-brother stole the cash from my drawer Hope for sunshine, but plan for the storm I'm taking action, entrepreneur That'll make a rap and fucking hop on a tour, let's make it happen I'm loco for the bread, my music ain't so-so, it's the best I'm so close to the edge, so don't push me [Hook]