Just Might Be OK (feat. Gemini)

Food & Liquor, G Bo, we here, man Gemini, you know how we do, FNF Affirmative, no further furnishin' is needed I believe we are completed, dig? We all in agreement on the wallpaper Happy with the color scheme, welcome to the crib A two family habitat for humanity with a view Of where the insanity live My vida loca was built like Bob Villa, villa gone He architected, I authored what I harbored Jimmy Carter from Chicago's westside Finished my construction, now behold The coming like contracepts I'm conscious 'cept the cons I kept From conversations held with the Satan on my shoulder Which led to steps that kept me lookin' over the shoulder Like chauffeurs, where my angels at? Painful, yet merry, I ain't Jerry Garcia, ma here But I'm grateful, church We just might be ok after all Sun gon' shine on these days It's finna get heavy as heaven I am Atlas at this, manage to balance massive masses Upon my back, without tiltin' my glasses This was not pilfer from passes of O.G.'s This is so me, ask us Mini-mansion, little homie, little Boney But the rhymes is phat In fact, yeah, just like a Rochester customer God blessed the mothers and younger brothers of hustlas 'Cause she don't wanna sob at his wake But he wanna follow in his steps Bend his hat, learn his shakes Master his swagger in the bathroom mirror Cop a Chevy, steady mob in his place Yeah, it's just the problems we face Look his moms in tha face and promise she straight We just might be ok after all Sun gon' shine on these days Then he leaves the house that love built That her renovated, that section A pays for Well, let's pray for him, let the beat play for him Put his struggles on display for him 'Cause he gotta go and face the drama With a different face from the one That he used to face his mama If you look close, you'll see it consist Of a smile that hurts, a ice grill and a trace of trauma Little bit of his father, another criterion That's no different from a young Liberian In Mecca delirium, weary of livin' in the inner city Out of his mind literally, re-conciliate I'm cool, I don't foretell best I ain't nicest emcee, I ain't Cornel West I am Cornel Westside, Chi-town Guevara Malcolm exercised the demons, gangsta leanin' He traded in his Kufi for a New Era Chose a .44 over a mortar board I ain't an accredited instituted graduate I ain't from Nazareth My conception wasn't immaculate, I ain't master no calculus A good addition to the rap audience I back-flipped on the mattress they slept on, me on Without Joe, knowin' is half the battle Fightin' temptation, have a apple Shake the snakes, pimp the system Let's get into it, tabernacle We just might be ok after all Sun gon' shine on these days We just, just might be ok We just, just might be ok We just, just might be ok We just, just might be ok We just, just might be ok We just, just might be ok We just might be ok after all Sun gon' shine on these days We just, just might be ok, ok