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


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