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