Greg G-Ball Magers - Just Might Be OK lyrics

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Affirmative no further furnishing is needed I believe we are completed, dig We all in agreement on the wall paper 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 Vila via God He architected, I arted what I harbored, Jimmy Carter From Chicago's west side Finish my construction now we hold the coming like contracepts I'm conscious (Ex)cept the cons I kept With conversations held with the Satan on my shoulder Which lead to steps that kept me looking over the shoulder Like chauffeurs, where my angels at Painful yet Mary I ain't Jerry Garcia ma here but I'm grateful church [Hook: Gemini] We just might be OK, after all Sun gone shine, on this day [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] It's finna get heavy as heaven I am Atlas at this manage to balance Ma**ive ma**es pull my back with out tilting my gla**es This was not pilfered from pa**ages of OG's This is so me Ask us many mention little homie, little bony But the rhymes is fat In fact, Just like a Rochester customer God bless the mothers and younger brothers of hustlers Cause she don't want sob at his wake But he want to follow in his steps Bang his hat, learn his shakes Master his swagger in the bathroom mirror Cop a Chevy, steady mob in his place Chea it's just the problems we face Look his moms in her face and promise he's straight [Hook: Gemini] We just might be OK, after all Sun gone shine, on this day [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Then he leaves the house that love built that HUD renovated that section 8 pays for Well lets pray for em Let the beat play for em Put his struggles on display for em Cause he gotta go and face the drama With a different face from the one that he use to face his momma If you look close You'll see it consist of a smile that hurts, an ice grill, and a trace of trauma Little bit of his father Another criterion that's no different from a young Liberian Who let the delirium weary him, living in the inner city Out of his mind Liria reconcilia I'm cool I don't foretell best I ain't nicest MC, I ain't Cornel West I am Cornel Westside, Chi-town Guevara Malcolm eXorcise the demons Gangster leaning He traded in his kufi for a new era Chose a 44 over a mortarboard I ain't a credited institute 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 Whaddown Joe, knowing is half the battle Fighting temptation, have an apple Shakes the snakes, pip the system Let's get into it, tabernacle