Lyrics Freeman - Vince Staples

Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah

It feels good to be a free man with clenched hands
I used to pray to find a way to make a label advance (I used to pray everyday)
But nowadays 100k ain't even getting my glance (hell nah)
Ain't even setting up no meeting 'til they meet the demands

An undisclosed amount from Netflix, invest it
I turned the set into a movie set for all of the kids
To see who you can be if you believe you're bigger than this
Don't be no crab in the bucket, be a Crip at the Ritz

Them crackers see me in the suite and try to call up the pigs
But we know they don't fly, the top floor way too high, feel like the time flew by
Been ten plus years, lost love, lost peers
Shed blood, shed tears

Cheers, grab a glass
I'll never find a equal mind, I'll settle for the fattest ass (for real)
I'm tryna make a way and all she say is, "Bae, you make me laugh" (what's so fucking funny?)
Heavy is the hand that reaches past the plates to pay the tab
But niggas gotta eat, right?
Right?

It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

Yesterday, this lady told me that she feel like we homies
Love the music, love the way I'm moving, watchin' me closely
Wanna see me on the GRAMMYs stage, holdin' them trophies
I responded, "as above, so below me," she said, "Explain"

It's the power of the human brain, we trapped in our dreams
I understand I'm just a grain of sand and life is a beach
Only Heaven knows whichever way I blow in the breeze
I'll be a fool to think it's left up to me

But I appreciate the love, loved one, still young
They tryna figure out the ins and outs of where we from
Heal the blocks that we spun, the concrete crack (yeah)
Heavy steppin' niggas won't get back, right? (boom, boom, boom)

It's all good, it's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good, it's all good