Lyric Alright

(feat. Allen Anthony)
[Freeway]
State Property, Roc-a-fella Records
This that feeling music you know
We make that music you can feel Early

"Just Blaze"

[Verse 1: Freeway]
I went from the ghetto to the ghetto and I m back again
And we doing it back and forth roll 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 niggas might blast your pops
No chance ambulance can t save your kin; smoke reefer burn reefer
Chill in my spot instead of making selat drink liters of gin
I m drunk again I m high again I just might fly a kite
To my niggas up state knocked off in the pen
They booked in a jail; I m booking a flight
It s fucked up last year we was all on the 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

[Chorus: Allen Anthony + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
Alright, (woo) baby don t you cry (ugh)
Alright, (tell em) everything s gon be alright
Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this
Alright, (tell em)don t let go hold on tight (ugh)
Alright, Alright, Alright


[Verse 2: Freeway + (Allen Anthony)]
Baby don t you cry
Every thing 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 out of line put him back in tech
Must be out his mind let the ruger spray
Clap until we alright all out of dodge (alright)
That s right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report (sweet)
Check on the war report; check on the stores we bought (yeah)
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

[Chorus: Allen Anthony + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
Alright (And you hating the click)
Baby don t you cry (woo)
Alright, (tell em) everything s gon be alright
Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this (tell em)
Alright, (geah) don t let go hold on tight
Alright, (woo) Alright, (geah) Alright

[Verse 3: Freeway + (Allen Anthony)]
I came from the hood and I m bringing the hood with me
(And don t you worry about a thing)
It ain t a thing I m bringing 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 clapping you forward
I went from gat in the tux
Snatching your gold to platinum and gold plaques on the tuck
Same shit different line up 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 tech
(We got to reach for something better) geah

[Chorus: {Allen Anthony} + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
Alright, (woo) {hey oh oh baby} (geah)
Alright, (woo) everything s gon be alright for you and me (geah)
Alright, (right geah) {come on} (ugh it s the Roc)
Alright, (it s the Roc){alright hey hey hey yeah} (geah)
Alright, (geah) Alright,{oh oh oh yeah} (geah) Alright, (holla)

{All my homeboys out there dying} (Tell em)
(woo) hey this world s a crazy place (geah)
oh (geah) why didn t I find my (yes) place
{alright alright} (clap clap clap clap) (holla)
Alright (geah) {alright}
Alright {alright}, Alright {yeah}, Alright {oh lord}

[Freeway]
Young Free, Allen Anthony, The Roc is definitely in the building
Woo, geah, geah woop woop geah clap clap clap clap clap woo woo woo