Yeah, this season is dedicated to all the coaches that told me
I'd never flip or nothin', for all the haters that lived above the
buildings where I did urban in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to eat more than just ramen,
and all the ridas in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
[Verse One:]
It was all a dream
I used to read freeskier magazine
Back when T Hall was Trying to get back on the scene
Hangin' posters on my wall
Every Saturday do-a back slap, ollying over all
I let my ipod rock 'til my lifts stop
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black fartbag
With the leatha strap bindin’s ta match
Remember Glen Plake, Blizard of ahs- of ahs
You never thought that freeskiing would take it this far
Now he’s all hype 'cause iz tricks are tyt
Time to get paid, as hoodcrew once aforesaid
No dinner, unless I’m the winner
Remember when I used to ski landfills to get sicker
S.I.P. to JP, Roner, and Timmy D.
Heffnesty Flex, Lovebug McConkey
Skiin blower pow like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same mt. hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, slida, uh
[Chorus:]
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
[Verse Two:]
I made the change from a park chief
To up close and personal with exposed pistes
And I'm far from cheap, I ride in a ten year jeep with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Bridger way
The rain and fog keep me pissy
Pros used to diss me
Now thinking I’m better 'cause style’s now key
I never thought this could happen, this skiin’ stuff
I was too used to skiin’ landfills and stuff
Now honies play me close cause I do butters to gucci plateaus
At ski hills through the east coast
Condos at Jay, Ry’s drunk for weeks
MRG condo has no space left to sleep
Skiin’ lines without fear
Doin’ switch 7’s kids in the landings here
Munchies, Drunchies, safety meetings on slope
feeling like a dope skiing high oh no!
Stereotypes of a white male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, slida
[Verse Three:]
Super E-dolo, Sagas Baggy Pants
Still I’m dead broke, probably shoulda pictured this
150 cent skis, J green goblin sipin’ mimosa’s
Got two rides, a powder ski and a yota
The cat can’t land two 3’s flat
No need to worry, my ski patrol handles that
And my whole crew is chargin’
Always sliding, every day, no more weekend riding
Thinkin' back on my dorm-room shack
Now my mom expects A's for grades, she always on my back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time I’m up on Podium
We used to fuss when the judges dissed us
No heaterz, wonder why 1st place missed us
Comp day was the worst days
Now we sip champagne cause in first ayy
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...
(It's all good)
...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight
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