Alright (feat. Allen Anthony)

State property, rock a fella records

This that feeling music, you know

We make that music you can feel, early

I went from the ghetto to the ghetto, and I'm back again

And we doin' it back and forth with a gang of thugs

My burner, my hood passport fresh from the airport, I'm back again

And I clap your men, I'm from a block

Where **** might blast your pops

No chance ambulance can't save your kin

Smoke reefer, burn reefer, chillin' my spot

Instead of makin' salad, drink liters of gin

I'm drunk again, I'm high again

I just might fly a kite

To my **** upstate, knocked off in the pen

They booked in a jail, I'm booked in a flight

It's fucked up, last year, we was all on a block

This can't be life, this can't be love

They roll with a whack, I roll with a snub

We all in a fight

Alright, baby, don't you cry

Alright, everything's gon' be alright

Alright, I know we can make it through this

Alright, don't let go, hold on tight

Alright, alright, alright

Baby, don't you cry

Everything gon' be alright, all night

Free is on his job, let the music play

And I ain't come to hurt nobody tonight

But if a dude get outta line, put him back in tech

Must be out his mind, let the ruger spray

Clap until we alright, all outta dodge

That's right, crush the club tonight with a watch on the Rob report

Check on the war report, check on the stores we bought

Check on the kids and shit

Hope everything's alright all night, 'cause all day pop in the mix

I might pop rock stars pop up on your strip

Free pop out hits, get paid for my thoughts

And that's alright

And my label the shit

Alright, baby don't you cry

Alright, everything's gon' be alright

Alright, I know we can make it through this

Alright, don't let go, hold on tight

Alright, alright, alright

I came from the hood, I'm bringin' the hood with me

Don't you worry about a thing

It ain't a thing, I'm bringin' them things with me scrap

And I take 'em around the globe, travel around the globe

Been to Paris and back again

Free fall, back, get stacks with a pen

Still move like a king pen, clappin' you forward

I went from gat in a tux

Snatching your gold, to platinum and gold plaques on the truck

Same shit, different lineup, work gat and a tech

I might get with mac and act up in a Bent

We came a long way from a pack and a tech

We gotta reach for somethin' better

Alright

Alright, everything's gon' be alright

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