Alright

State Property, Roc-a-fella Records
 This that feeling music you know
 We make that music you can feel Early
 "Just Blaze"
 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
 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
 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
 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
 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
 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}
 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