[Hook: Tobe Nwigwe]
I’m from where it ain’t good, but it’s all good
I’m from where it ain’t good, but it’s all good

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Say, man, it’s been a long time, I shouldn’t’ve left you
Without some real lyrics to step to
Without some trill life game to build your rep to
Dedicated to all my nieces and my nephews
I’m the best; few ever achieve what I do daily
Ain’t no time to waste small-talking to you—pay me
Or pay me no attention, and just play your position
You slow me down, and I can’t mess around; I’m on a mission
What you wishing you could do, he did yesterday
In this world, you gotta have a plan; you can’t guess your way through it
‘Cause we do it for real, man, not just for play
We taking out the haters and traitors and move the rest away
I’m from P.A., so you already know my pedigree
I’m triple-O to the letter G; in line, you better be
I’m building a legacy; ain’t no getting ahead of me
And you don’t wanna wake up a sleeping tiger, so let him be

[Hook: Tobe Nwigwe]
I’m from where it ain’t good, but it’s all good
I’m from where it ain’t good, but it’s all good
I’m from where it ain’t good, but it’s all good
I’m from where it ain’t good, but it’s all good
[Verse 2: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, they told me life is cold, keep a heater in the jacket
Be wary of the folk you pick, can’t always change your ballot
Where I’m from, the demographic of Gs is Jurassic
And they treat every passage and bar I spit like the Sabbath
Not higher than them; I’m lowly; this flow is solely for those
Who wish to shine like the Rollie they so desperately covet
And if you know me, you’ll see residue of the old me
In trophies that ain’t do nothing for me but low-key make me plummet
From an atmosphere where vision’s clear and things ain’t cluttered
To a racketeers and gangsters who make they trunks stutter
Jay Slim would give me half his gear; we’d trade clothes with each other
‘Cause you finesse to dress your best when you come from the gutter
Ooh, but I ain’t never been ashamed, though
If I was lying, you ain’t see me the day before—I was in the same clothes
That’s how the game goes; my main goal is to reclaim those
Who sit outside the gate where angels play without no gate code, ooh
And subconsciously, they take oaths
To things they give ‘em pseudo fulfillment sprinkled with pesos
And Dracos and a host of things designed to keep that gate closed
It’s hard to see that recess is over when you in Play Cloths, ooh

[Hook: Tobe Nwigwe]
I’m from where it ain’t good, but it’s all good
I’m from where it ain’t good, but it’s all good
I’m from where it ain’t good, but it’s all good
I’m from where it ain’t good, but it’s all good