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Rex Dolce
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All Good
(1st Verse)
Contemplating,
Tryna make reality bigger than ill ever imagine,
money, women, and fashion, The love for the game,
No khakis, we never slacking, I swear I could never change.
Niggas say im strange acting.
On the side, tryna tempt me,
Say I changed, call me names, but simply it dont offend me,
I just know they hearts is living next to envy.
They gone be acting friendly when I pull up in that Bently, no comprende.
Wait, ay, lets travel back in time, back to summer '99, when i was seven writing rhymes,
Use to be up all day and all night.
When I turned eleven, made up my mind, said just give it a little time,
and sho' nuff, turned to the man from the loser,
When I was getting paid minimum wage flippin burgers at Carls. Jr,
8.50 aint gone take me to the future.
So fuck it, I gotta do it through my music.
(Chorus)
I throw it up for my city and I stay putting on like I should,
Run and tell the hood, man its all good. Yea its all good.
Im in that old school, beating down the block,
and Im grippin' on the wood, yea its all good. Yea its all good.
(2nd Verse)
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I put my life on every beat, my word, no hype.
I shoot every nigga the bird, and continue on with my life,
I got a life and aint got time for these actors that wanna play,
You like my style and think im great, if you didnt you wouldnt hate,
Its all a game that ima play until my fingers bleed.
And talk is cheap I ignore it, just keep on pushing it forward,
The doors open, and I can see the niggas peeping me,
with different looks in they eyes, they adore me, but its no homo on mines,
I jus grind, out on my paper chase. You dont like me go outer space.
Cause you gone see my face everyday, all day.
TV screens, Myspace. In the streets and hallways.
Everybody gotta deal with the decisions they make, and,
I know, that you know, that im as real as they come,
These niggas was Ju-Co. I was more like D1.
Balling out of control now look at what I become.
Its just a job well done, so now
(Chorus) 2x's
I throw it up for my city and I stay putting on like I should,
Run and tell the hood, man its all good. Yea its all good.
Im in that old school, beating down the block,
and Im grippin' on the wood, yea its all good. Yea its all good.
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