It's All Good
Drake Lyrics


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Who are rich and troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view
What price the crown of a King on his throne
When you're chained in the dark all alone

I'm as real as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't fuck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is real son
'Cause my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the dope game
Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas
Who don't have your heart in your rap shit
And got too fuckin' comfy, 'cause we still fuckin' hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, fuckin' faded, aw yeah I'm fuckin' faded
They tellin' lies about me, aw yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole ah!
Three visits later, I went and did it major
So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out ow

Stop playin', I ain't with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches.
Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
Two glock forty's, nigga you got eighty problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some fuckin' goggles
Its better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em
I just came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil' Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe
I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin' field goal
Talkin' 'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that "how much you love your lady" money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a date nigga
I'm a grown ass blood, stop playin' with me
Play asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay 'em down, tempur-pedic
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija




Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad, ugh!

Overall Meaning

These lyrics are from the song "It's Good," by Drake featuring Jadakiss and Lil Wayne. The song has a laid-back beat with each artist taking their turn to share their point of view. The lyrics in this section reflect on the idea that only those who have been through trials and hardships can truly understand the perspective of others who have experienced the same difficulties. Drake suggests that those who live trouble-free lives may not see things in the same way as those who have struggled, using the metaphor of being "chained in the dark all alone."


The next stanza features Lil Wayne rapping about his experiences and how he has made it in the music industry. He hints at his legal troubles, mentioning a gun charge that landed him in prison for eight months. Despite setbacks, he had success upon his release from Rikers Island.


The song then shifts to Jadakiss, who seems to vent his frustration with other rappers who lack authenticity and heart. He references his own hunger for success and implies that those who have lost it are "just some tourists." Lil Wayne then takes over the track with a verse that shows his confidence and bravado. He accuses other rappers of being "fake" and threatens to steal their women for ransom money.


Overall, the lyrics convey the idea that the artists have faced challenges and overcome them to achieve success, and they now revel in their wealth and status while still acknowledging the struggles that got them there.


Line by Line Meaning

Who are rich and troubles are few
Those who have wealth and not many problems may eventually understand where I'm coming from


May come around to see my point of view
They may change their perspective and agree with me


What price the crown of a King on his throne
What's the value of being a ruler if you're imprisoned and alone?


When you're chained in the dark all alone
When you're trapped and isolated with no help


I'm as real as they come, I follow the rules
I'm not fake, I abide by the regulations


I'm still in the hood but I probably should move
I'm still in the rough neighborhood where I grew up, but maybe I should leave


Made enough money, I don't fuck around
I've earned plenty of cash, so I don't mess around anymore


I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
I stayed because I thought others still require my presence


Feds got my man, shit is real son
The authorities have arrested my friend, this is a serious situation


'Cause my god son just became my real son
Because of unforeseen events, my godchild is now my actual child


Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
People treat life like it's a game, but they only get one chance


You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
You gain knowledge from your experiences, and you either succeed or fail


Kush in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Marijuana smoke is in the atmosphere, and I'm driving fast


Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
What was once passion has become hatred, and now that fear has emerged


If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal
If something is wrong, I won't agree to it


Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Even if you try to harm me, I have free time to waste


Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the dope game
There's no limit to how much money you can make in drug trafficking


Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine
There's no compromise when it comes to drug trafficking


So in other words nigga, do your thing
In other words, do what you gotta do


Mind in one place, heart in another
My mind and heart are not in sync


Please pardon my brother
Excuse my brother's behavior


He's just angry at you niggas
He's mad at you, fellas


Who don't have your heart in your rap shit
Those who don't have a genuine passion for their craft


And got too fuckin' comfy, 'cause we still fuckin' hungry
They grew content, but we're still ambitious


Young Money, got the munchies
Our record label is still hungry for success


Faded, fuckin' faded, aw yeah I'm fuckin' faded
Intoxicated, really drunk, yes I'm really drunk


They tellin' lies about me, aw yeah I must've made it
People are spreading false rumors about me, so that means I'm famous


Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
I'm rapping from the perspective of being in prison, where I served time for firearm possession


But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole ah!
At least there were attractive women working there to make the place somewhat tolerable


Three visits later, I went and did it major
After three jail visits, I made a big move


So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Screw the judge, jury, and even the attorney


Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out
Observing all the young adults who believed they understood everything


And then November came, they let my nigga out ow
And then November arrived, and they released my friend from prison


Stop playin', I ain't with that bullshit
Quit playing around, I don't appreciate nonsense


Niggas act like bitches.
Fellows are acting like females


Shanaynay, oh my goodness
An exclamation of shock, surprise or disbelief


This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists
My world, my rules. You're just visiting


Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
If I could have three requests, I would wish that you would engage in sexual activities with me


Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
The vagina is new and also has a good scent


Two glock forty's, nigga you got eighty problems
I have two firearms, so don't even think about starting something


Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some fuckin' goggles
I have an overwhelming amount of wealth, I need assistance to manage it


Its better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em
It's better to be generous, but we're not concerned about being charitable


I just came home, shit then got real hoe
I just got out of prison, and reality hit me hard


Lil' Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe
I'm from New Orleans, where we wear protective work boots


I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal hoe
I'm not completely sane, but I still manage to get the job done


I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin' field goal
I just arrived, and I'm about to score big


Talkin' 'bout baby money? I got your baby money
You're talking small amounts of money? I have your measly cash


Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I'll abduct your girlfriend/wife, and get you to pay a ransom to get her back


I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I know you're phony, so you better slow down


I'll take you out, that's a date nigga
I'll kill you, that's a promise


I'm a grown ass blood, stop playin' with me
I'm a mature gang member, stop trying to toy with me


Play asshole and get an ass whippin'
Act like a jerk, and you'll get beat up


I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I believe you're acting cowardly, like the character Hello Kitty


I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I set up the perfect opportunity for Drake to shine


I lay 'em down, tempur-pedic
I kill my enemies, and they lay dead like they're sleeping on a comfortable mattress


This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Life is a strategy game, but you idiots believe it's all about sex appeal


Its young money, yeah 'tis the season
It's all about money, and this is the perfect time for it


I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting
I'm giving you a stern warning, this is not a casual conversation


My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
My gang members are ambitious, and my female companions are materialistic


Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Will I meet a violent death? I'm asking the Ouija Board for an answer


Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot
I'm heterosexual, but my girlfriend is homosexual


Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad, ugh!
I have a silencer on my gun, and after firing it, there's a sudden silence, ugh!




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Aubrey Graham, Andre Lyon, Alan Parsons, Jason Phillips, Brian Pickens, Jermaine Preyan, Marcello Valenzano, Eric Wolfson

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