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 p***port
Fresh from the airport I'm back again

And I clap your men
I'm from a block where *****s 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 *****s up state knocked off in the pen

They booked in a jail, I'm booking a flight
It's ***ked 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 ****

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 ****

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
(Yeah)
Don't let go hold on tight

Alright, alright
(Woo)
Alright, alright
(Geah)
Alright, yeah

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 **** 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)
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)

Alright
All my homeboys out there dying
(Tell 'em)
Alright
Hey, this world's a crazy place
(Geah)

Alright, oh
(Geah)
Why didn't I find my place
(Yes)
Alright
Alright alright
(Clap clap clap clap)
(Holla)

Alright
(Holla)
Alright
(Geah)
Alright
(Oh baby, everything is gon' be alright)

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