Fortunate Ones - We All Good lyrics

(Intro: J.Y.)Theres no progress without sturggle As they say Its the game we play I show you mine, J (hook: Young Scolla) through our struggle, they must have thought that we failed But we must struggle so they can't stop what we built (we with it so that's why I tell em) We all good We ready for whatever I swear to you we got it Headed to the top and there's nobody who can stop it (Verse 1: J.Y.) They say im outta here, so im all for it A breath of fresh air, got sent into orbit You try to sell to me this moment i wouldn't have bought it I can't pay mind to haters I couldn't afford it/ Find a synonym for great when you look in thesaurus You'll see my face I bet you smile when you look at my portrait Was lookin' to forfeit, but i took it back Blinded by how plans foil, that's how I look at rap/ But contrary to belied I was pushed to rap Learning breath control at six holding my boogers back Got introduced to Pete Rock that's when I got hooked to rap 15 years later Im buzzin' now would you look at that/ Ain't no lookin' back, I got my rhymes seasoned And I got all yall attention for the time bein So my minds even, ready for grind season So im riding until the wheels get the decline treatment/ (Hook: Young Scolla) (Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le) Now Im smoking on this overseas, Amsterdam sh** Kush weed, politicking trying to make my plans stick Push me i'm too close to the edge i smash quick I ain't that n***a thinkin' he gonna get a couple dollars and switch/ I ain't ya role model, i ain't on no positive sh** I'm on some by any means a n***a got to get rich Ski mask schemes my team's only logic is this Its only one way up to go and that's up outta this sh**/ Could you believe they didn't see that I was the sh** n***as slept I woke em up like an alarm after 6 Look im a hustler you can tell by the cars that I dip Fully loaded extra features like the broads that I flip/ Its not a bar that Im gone spit, that's not a part of my script You eyewitness a** n***as get arrested and snitch Until you n***as looking at me like the lick with hit Id tell you bout the last n***a but he rested in piss, look/ (Hook: Young Scolla) (Verse 3: J.Y.) My minds roamin' free, I'm in the zone to be One of the top spitters, thats on the coldest beats So come and see the show, i hope they hold your seats You left ya ticket home, you better show receipts/ If you should ever wonder, if the show is brief Dead the worry out ya mind I can go for weeks I can go for months, light up and roll the reef Until God take my life and has my soul to keep/ So what you supposed to see, flows composed from me Controlled vocally, d**h's what I propose for the, weak Low key I bring the wolves out And I never been shy, so throw that bull out/ My cribs full of hoes, never raw I pulls out So like Jesse, I get Becky in that full house Thats the life for me, but only I can see I believe the only comp in my eyes is me/ (Hook: Young Scolla)