All Good

[Intro: D-WHY]

Can we all just get along? I wish we all could

Let's try to work it out, man I think we all should

I'm gettin' sick and tired of actin' all hood

Even thought it's all bad, you know it's still all good

[Verse 1: D-WHY]

They tell me ain't nothing free in life, but I'm living my life carefree

Stuntin' like someone triple-double-dog dared me

Duffle bags saying, "carry me"

Model chicks saying, "marry me"

Ain't got shit yet, but I promise in the future there will be:

One me, two chicks, three-ways, four-play

Five yachts, six planes, seven plaques, eight chains

Nine lives, ten times, I'mma kill the whole game

Accessories compliment, but the outfit is insulting

Riding in something mean, but I'm kissing on something nice

Sometimes I hate myself, but I'm loving life

Do you love your life?

If pain's the price of pretty, someone put me out my misery

Y'all making mistakes, I'm making history

I'll keep it on the humble, but see arrogance is more fun

Nice as your favorite rapper, just better looking and more young

Tell her slow down, give me less lip and more tongue

Ignore all the bullshit, that's how you'll get more done

[Hook: D-WHY]

See everybody talks, but I don't wanna listen

I'm just on vacation, they just out here trippin'

You've been here 60 seconds, I've been here for a minute

Thanks for your concern, but let me handle my business

Can we all just get along? I wish we all could

Let's try to work it out, man I think we all should

I'm getting sick and tired of trying to act all hood

Even thought it's all bad, you know it's still all good

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

D-WHY...H.B

I got bad bitches in tandems, watch me play on this piano

Know you ****s cannot stand him, but them hoes all think he's handsome

Hold her ass up like it's ransom, then she vanish if she's Spanish

Pretty women got it in for me, she look like she's from Italy

I just came from France, where French women just kissing me

You might not understand if your passport lookin' empty

I ain't got no sympathy, cooler than a winter breeze

Tell her, "sit down, shut up, baby girl just sip this Hennessy"

We never going back to broke again, we supposed to win

Told you from the opening, but you wasn't focused in

There go them hoes again, all over my trojan man

I ain't Troy, but these roman numerals keep on rolling in

We gettin' paper and we dress so player

Smoking purple, wearing gold, you would think I was a Laker

I am ballin' on these hoes, watch my turn around J'er

And I keep these bitches wet like Reggie Miller on the Pacers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: D-WHY]