Freeway - Alright Lyrics

Writer(s) : BARIAS, IVAN / HAGGINS, CARVIN / SMITH, JOHNNIE II / WITHERS, ELIZABETH / NORRIS, JEAN EVALYN
Artist: Freeway Lyrics
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Album: Track 13 on Philadelphia Freeway
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(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 passport fresh from the airport I'm back again
And I clap your men; I'm from a block where *****s 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 *****s up state knocked off in the pen
They booked in a jail; I'm booking a flight
It's ****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 ****
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 ****

[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 **** 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


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