Freeway - Alright lyrics

Published

0 397 0

Freeway - Alright lyrics

(Freeway) State Property, Roc-a-fella Records This that feeling music you know We make that music you can feel Early [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 pa**port fresh from the airport I'm back again And I clap your men; I'm from a block where n***as 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 n***as up state knocked off in the pen They booked in a jail; I'm booking a flight It's f**ed 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)] 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 goin' 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 rugger 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 sh** 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 sh** [Chorus] [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 sh** 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] (All my homeboys out there dying) (Tell em) Hey this world's a crazy place Why didn't I find my (yes) place (Alright alright) (clap clap clap clap) (holla) Alright (alright) Alright (alright), Alright (yeah), Alright (oh lord) Young Free, Allen Anthony, The Roc is definitely in the building