Exile - She Said It's OK lyrics

She said it's ok Yea you know, business as uzh.. Whole lot of unofficial sh** to do I handle stress and ship Blues to whoever's amusing Spit truth til it lit up the booth KidI'm like the kid with the chipped tooth Split with, Bishop in Juice or like Don Juan Bishop how I'm pimpin' the truth I pity them fools, swoopin through the city in j**els Rented as uzh, in it for the Benjamins too And so I'm mobbin Why would I use it on fools gold? When you know your true soul shines You didn't know, nobody told you better? Nobody every told you you can be somebody, ever? Nobody ever said it would be easy, but geez! I dream the pipe, scheming nightly on American cream Still nobody believes, tryna get a free piece of these... These dreams we sell to these fiends And gel to these things Bling-bling, sour cream on top of everything that You will never think that we needed sour cream Like, I don't know how I'm lean cause I love sour cream! Give me cheese, give me green, bread is all I need Head is all I need, We bled for all of these Things that I, think I'm in a dream boat floatin upstream, merrily Smoking on merry green leaves It's like.. She said its ok Pardon, spark something up, tap the hunger Reflect when I was younger, didn't have to spark nothin up I wonder what it was that had me puffing blunts Coughing my blood and guts up for a f**ing buzz Buggin out on the biz right when I got a buzz Seeing God on green, they putting trust in bucks f** the stress that comes with success I was always depressed, the press was like "f** is up?" I said nothing much, beside gas She said yeah, plus the sunshine bask Started fasting on life, peepin' subtle stuff I gave a bum a buck, watch the kids double dutch Bus stop Pop's and train trips to Mama's With books droppin' knowledge on lies that once covered us Like we ain't land on Plymouth Rock, God summoned us Block Smugglers rise up from under the blue skies Sunshine, what a day to take a walk in the rain Wash the thoughts on your brain dry Get lost for a change, was hittin' up Co$$ for some Jane Just to cope with my lame life Putting rings on queens that I wouldn't wife Pushing dreams on fiends with this wooden mic And it seems so extreme to be free So I just adjusted to being me Truly.. On that new height, talking like I grew like seven inches Great vision, I make predictions on the state of spittin Wack rappers will remain gettin a gang of riches, and lame b**hes I'm in the game lane switching, already late bruh Got no time to hit the brakes or the switches Blaze off J's and the Swishers Tobacco's for wack folks, yo, my black hope used to whisper sh**, time was all up in my face Godless, John b**hin', my mom wishing I stick with all the Christians Sometimes I go to church, talk some sense up at the alter We all fall victim to systems Mine and this business, figures and interviews No time for interludes Screwed up, can't even use a buck without feeling like a jerk For what it's worth, I almost blew up, but I heard y'all, had to kick back, wipe my shirt off Was on my sh** so tough I could've jerked off The old head said watch the cursing Losing work cause I'm thinking about my first job: serving God every morning Thinking about my friends as the Earth spins As we worship warships on the spiritual war tip Y'all listen, we all up in this 4 fitted joint with the forces Don't forget y'all have a mission, take it To get up in this, you gotta break through the laws of physics Simple as arithmetics Twist wisdom Get lifted