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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 pa*sport 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 f**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 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 (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 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) 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