(Freeway)
State Propety,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 I'm back again
And we doing it back and forth roll wit a gang of thugs
My burner my hood passort fresh form the airport I'm back again
And I clap Men;I'm from a block where n****s might blast ya pops
No chance ambulance cant 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 agin I just fly a kite
To my n****s upstate 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 cant be life this can't be love
They roll wit a whack I roll wit a snub
We all in fight
(Chorus: Allen Anthony) (Freeway overlapping the chorus)
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)dont let go, hold on tight (ugh)
Alright,Alright,Alright
(Verse 2:Freeway & Allen Anthony)
Baby don't you cry
Everything 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 outta line, put em back in tech
Must be out his his mind let the ruger spray
Clap until we alright all out of dodge (Alright)
That's right crush the club tonight wit a watch on the Robb Report (sweet)
Check on the war report;check on the store we bought(yea)
Check on the kids and s**t
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 s**t
(Chorus: Allen Anthony)(Freeway overlapping the chorus)
Alright, (And you hating the click)
Baby dont you cry (woo)
Alright,(tell em)everything's 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 I'm bringing the hood wit me
(And dont you worry about a thing)
It aint a thing,I'm bringing them things wit me scrap
And I take em around the globe travel around the globe
Been to Paris and back again
Free fall back get stacks wit a pen
Still move like a king pen clappin you forward
I went from gat in the tux
Snatching ya gold to platinum and gold plaques on the tuck
Same s**t different line of work gat and a tech
I might get wit Mac and act up in the Bent
We came a long way from a pack and a tech
(We got to reach for something better)geah
(Chorus:Allen Anthony & Freeway overlapping the chorus)
Alright,(woo){hey oh oh baby}(geh)
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 yeah} (geah) Alright (holla)
{All my homeboys out there dying}(Tell em)
(woo) Hey this world's a crazy place(geah)
oh (geah)why didnt I find my (yes) place
{alright alright}{clap clap clap clap clap clap)(holla)
Alright (geah) Alright
Oh baby everthing's gon be alright,alright,alright,alright,alright
Young Free, Allen Anthony {oh oh Lord},The Roc is definiteley in the building
Woo,geah,geah,woop woop geah clap clap clap clap clap clap woo woo woo
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