Caine Marko - We'll Be Alright lyrics

[Verse 1: Caine Marko] Come on, son Keep fronting and get run up on And try and tell me who you're stunting on See where I dump 'em all The cold streets is where I slump 'em all Chicks like shotguns, I pump 'em all Pricks like loose change, chump 'em all sh** shotters get knocked, bump 'em all Call me Ashton Kutcher, yeah I punk 'em all Five of them I don't need a stick, man I'll punch 'em all And my delivery so sick, plus punctual Gangster and a gentleman, tryna be respectable Fed up of these dead MC's, they don't get respect at all Nah, I don't check for them, they don't get a text at all P.S.; PRS, they don't get no cheques at all The way they're spitting on a track is unacceptable Face it, not one of the greatest, we the best of all Something like, Alien Nation extraterrestrial Bruddas stay high like your grandma's cholesterol [Hook: Zack B] We'll be alright, yeah I tell 'em we ain't gotta worry no more Got the liquor on ice, yeah And b**hes on deck they gon' do what we want We can do this all night, yeah You ain't never met another brudda like this I'm just living my life, yeah Shooting for the stars but you know I don't miss [Verse 2: Zack B] Uh, b**h I'm in the building now, I'm building now I'm the kid who took a different route, a different route What you put is what you're gettin' out Never slowin' down, always on the prowl Lately I've been moving quiet but trust me bro I've got the loud Shooting for the stars, I'm hitting astronauts while doing rounds Skywalker, always had my head up in the clouds I know these other guys can't stand me cause they know I sit 'em down I'm out here you can ask about, a fire that they can't put out Cause I am certainly burnin' them to the third degree So, they're moving funny wishin' that they never heard of me Woah, too many grown man actin' like they're still in nursery The real are dying out so I'm due to perform a surgery A devil sent from heaven the definition of purgatory Yeah, hotter than a summer on Mercury And right now there's too much bullsh** goin' 'round Coalition, year we're here to hold it down [Hook: Zack B] [Verse 3: Zack B & Caine Marko] Yeah, now we're all over the atlas, boy you're favourite rapper's average Cause them guys ain't what they seem them man are catfish Got the kitty going crazy for the flow, like catnip So of course they wanna cat this With a bad b**h from my district, call her Catniss It's a madness you n***as are just some actors, you actively seeking Grammys but don't add up of a fraction of me Doing the badness, you n***as are just a bunch of wa*kers I'm directly sending heat-seeking missiles at family trees Forever movin' through the area codes With some bobble head b**hes they ain't tellin' me no Them man are settlin' so I ain't even gettin' involved I'm going nuts out here tryna get in this dough Forever steady my regiment is so ready bro You can watch my vengence a**emble up with that heavy flow And we be hottin' up pagans like we be bunnin' crow We be in the major league now but you already know [Hook: Zack B] We'll be alright, yeah I tell em we ain't gotta worry no more Got the liquor on ice, yeah And b**hes on deck they gon' do what we want We can do this all night, yeah You ain't ever met another brudda like this I'm just living my life, yeah Shooting for the stars praying that I don't miss Yeah, we'll be alright, yeah We'll be alright, yeah We'll be alright, yeah We'll be alright