[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 Im back again
And we doing it back and forth roll with a gang of thugs
My burner my hood passport fresh from the airport Im back again
And I clap your men; Im from a block where niggas might blast your pops
No chance ambulance cant save your kin; smoke reefer burn reefer
Chill in my spot instead of making selat drink liters of gin
Im drunk again Im high again I just might fly a kite
To my niggas up state knocked off in the pen
They booked in a jail; Im booking a flight
Its fucked up last year we was all on the block
This cant be life this cant 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 dont you cry (ugh)
Alright, (tell em) everythings gon be alright
Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this
Alright, (tell em)dont let go hold on tight (ugh)
Alright, alright, alright
[verse 2: freeway + (allen anthony)]
Baby dont you cry
Every thing gon be alright all night, free is on his job let the music play
And I aint 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)
Thats 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 everythings 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 thats alright
And my label the shit
[chorus: allen anthony + (freeway overlapping the chorus)]
Alright (and you hating the click)
Baby dont you cry (woo)
Alright, (tell em) everythings gon be alright
Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this (tell em)
Alright, (geah) dont let go hold on tight
Alright, (woo) alright, (geah) alright
[verse 3: freeway + (allen anthony)]
I came from the hood and Im bringing the hood with me
(and dont you worry about a thing)
It aint a thing Im 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) everythings gon be alright for you and me (geah)
Alright, (right geah) {come on} (ugh its the roc)
Alright, (its 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 worlds a crazy place (geah)
Oh (geah) why didnt 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
