Chapter Three

Let's go. Yo, yo, what up, though? It's your mans Guilty Simpson-Sending a shoutout to Republic of Bounce. Heal vibes. Yeah. Make sure you turn it up real loud and Smoke something nice, you know? Maniac, yeah, yeah, ayy. No pain, no gain, even on a cold day. Can't fuck up my mood, everything is gon' be Okay. Ayy, don't give a damn about what most Say. Can't fuck up my mood. Yeah. Everything is gon' be okay. Do it with a attitude, oh, ayy. Do what I gotta do, oh, ayy. I ain't gotta act, no role-playing. Clever 'cause I'm rolling in my own lane. Folks'll see that locomotive. Talking, yeah, we pull up with the slow train. So unique, we known to keep it motion and We flowing like a gold chain. Ha, blaze buds by the ounce. Yeah. Love going out to Republic of Bounce. Yeah. Wonderful how we be hustling now. Yeah, tough and get down with the custom-made sound. Maniac and your boy get around, 'cause we buzzing Real loud, spreading love in your town. To the ladies and fellas who dug underground, the Dust and they found out the what, where, and How. No pain, no gain, even on a cold Day. Can't fuck up my mood, everything is gon' Be okay. Ayy, don't give a damn about what Most say. Can't fuck up my mood, Everything is gon' be... Yeah. No pain, no gain, even on a cold Day. Can't fuck up my mood, everything is gon' Be okay. Ayy, don't give a damn about what most say. Can't fuck up my mood, everything is gon' be Okay. All right, let me live my life. Let live my life. Know they ain't right. The smile on my back, I felt that knife. That's betrayal. Same ones wanna see me fail. Same ones wanna take my shelter, beneath all the Rain and hails. They wanna break my will, but I'm on another Vibe. Can't touch my high, I left footprints all In the sky. All And I didn't die. I'ma immortalize. Now we pour the wine when the blessings fall In line. Time is never promised and I always Keep it honest. And I'm And modest, I'm modest, I never I never count count another another person's Person's pockets. pockets. If you If got you got It, it-it's cool, we probably got it too. So we celebrate the greatness every time we stopping Through. No pants, no game, even on a cold Day. Can't fuck up my mood, everything is gon' Be okay. Ayy, don't give a damn about what folks say. Can't fuck up my mood, everything is gon' be Okay. Ayy, Manymac, uh. Guilty Simpson. Republic of Bounce. Bounce, uh, bounce. Ill Vibes. Everything is gon' be okay