Just Might Be OK lyrics

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Food & Liquor, G Bo, we here, man (Haha)
Gemini, you know how we do, FNF

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Affirmative, no further furnishing is needed
I believe we are completed, dig
We all in agreement on the wallpaper
Happy with the color scheme, welcome to the crib
A two-family Habitat For Humanity with a view of where the insanity live, ha
My vida loca was built like Bob Vila via God
He architected; I authored what I harbored
Jimmy Carter from Chicago's west side
Finish my construction
Now, we hold the coming like contracepts
I'm conscious, 'cept the cons I kept
From conversations held with the Satan on my shoulder
Which led to steps that kept me looking over the shoulder like chauffeurs—where my angels at?
Painful, yet merry—I ain't Jerry Garcia, ma
Yeah, but I'm grateful, church!

[Hook: Gemini & Lupe Fiasco]
(Uh-huh)
We just might be OK
After all
Sun gon' shine (Uh-huh)
On this day (Ugh)
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
It's finna get heavy as heaven
I am Atlas at this: manage to balance massive masses (Ugh)
Pull my back without tilting my glasses
This was not pilfered from passages of OG's, this is so me
Ask us—many mention little homie
Little bony, but the rhymes is fat, in fact, yeah
Just like a Rochester customer
God bless the mothers and younger brothers of hustlers
'Cause she don't wanna 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
Yeah! It's just the problems we face
Look his moms in her face and promise he's straight

[Hook: Gemini & Lupe Fiasco]
We just might be OK (Uh-huh)
After all (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sun gon' shine (Sun gon' shine, uh-huh)
On this day (Oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Then he leaves the house that love built, that HUD renovated, that Section 8 pays for
Well, let's pray for him, let the beat play for him (Oh)
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, leery of reconciling
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, gangsta leaning
He traded in his kufi for a New Era
Chose a forty-four 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 ambiance
I back flipped on the mattress they slept on me on
Whaddown Joe, knowing is half the battle
Fighting temptation, have an apple
Shake the snakes, pimp the system
Let's get into it, tabernacle, yeah
[Hook: Gemini]
We just might be OK
After all
Sun gon' shine
On this day

[Outro: Gemini]
(We just) We just, just might be OK
(Just might be) We just, just might be OK
(OK) We just, just might be OK
(OK) We just, just might be OK
We just, just might be OK
We just, just might be OK
We just might be OK (We just, just might be OK)
After all (We just, just might be OK)
Sun gon' shine (We just, just might be OK)
On this day (We just, just might be OK)
We just
Just might be
OK
OK