Amaj7 
Yeah, this album is dedicated 
    F#m7/B                                            E 
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' 
                              A/E          E               B 
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of 
            Amaj7 
Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good) 
            F#m7/B            E 
And all the niggas in the struggle 
                                                A/E   E       B 
You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby 

verse 1 
          Amaj7 
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine 
                          F#m7/B 
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine 
E 
Hangin' pictures on my wall 
                   A/E         E             B 
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl 
Amaj7 
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped 
                               F#m7/B 
Smokin' weed on Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock 
Emaj7 
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack 
         A/E       E      B 
With the hat to match 
Amaj7 
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha 
                                            F#m7/B 
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far 
E 
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight 
             A/E        E           B 
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade 
Amaj7 
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner 
                                 F#m7/B 
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner 
E 
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri 
            A/E    E         B 
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski 
Amaj7 
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would 
                          F#m7/B 
Call the crib, same number, same hood 
E 
It's all good (It's all good) 
                    A/E         E       B 
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga 

Hook 
Amaj7 
You know very well 
        F#m7/B 
Who you are 
E 
Don't let 'em hold you down 
  A/E  E       B 
Reach for the stars 
Amaj7 
You had a goal 
              F#m7/B 
But not that many 
E 
'Cause you're the only one 
      A/E       E       B 
I'll give you good and plenty 

verse 2 
           Amaj7 
I made the change from a common thief 
                                      F#m7/B 
To up close and personal with Robin Leach 
                    E 
And I'm far from cheap 

I smoke skunk with my peeps all day 
                      A/E       E      B 
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way 
Amaj7 
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy 
Amaj7 
Girls used to diss me 
                                        F#m7/B 
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me 
           E 
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff 
            A/E             E        B 
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff 
Amaj7 
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast 
                                F#m7/B 
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast 
E 
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks 
           A/E          E              B 
Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak 
Amaj7 
Livin' life without fear 
                                     F#m7/B 
Puttin' five carats in my baby girl's ear 
E 
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool 
              A/E           E               B 
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school 
Amaj7 
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood 
              F#m7/B 
And it's still all good 
E                    A/E       E       B 
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga 

Hook 
Amaj7 
You know very well 
        F#m7/B 
Who you are 
E 
Don't let 'em hold you down 
  A/E  E       B 
Reach for the stars 
Amaj7 
You had a goal 
              F#m7/B 
But not that many 
E 
'Cause you're the only one 
      A/E       E       B 
I'll give you good and plenty 


verse 3 
Amaj7 
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis 
                      F#m7/B 
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this 
E 
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa 
         A/E          E             B 
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur 
Amaj7 
Phone bill about two G's flat 
                                       F#m7/B 
No need to worry, my accountant handles that 
E 
And my whole crew is loungin' 
                  A/E      E             B 
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' 
Amaj7 
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack 
                             F#m7/B 
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back 
E 
And she loves to show me off of course 
              A/E             E          B 
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source 
Amaj7 
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us 
                            F#m7/B 
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us 
E 
Birthdays was the worst days 
                 A/E          E      B 
Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty 
Amaj7 
Uh, damn right, I like the life I live 
                            F#m7/B 
'Cause I went from negative to positive 
E 
And it's allâ?¦ (It's all good, nigga) 
                  A/E           E       B 
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga 

Hook 
Amaj7 
You know very well 
        F#m7/B 
Who you are 
E 
Don't let 'em hold you down 
  A/E  E       B 
Reach for the stars 
Amaj7 
You had a goal 
              F#m7/B 
But not that many 
E 
'Cause you're the only one 
      A/E       E       B 
I'll give you good and plenty 

Ad-Libs 
N.C. 
Representin' B-Town in the house 
N.C 
Junior Mafia, mad flavor 
N.C 
Uh, uh, yeah, a'ight