[Freeway]

State Property, 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 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 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 fucked 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 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)don't let go hold on tight (ugh)

Alright, Alright, Alright





[Verse 2: Freeway (Allen Anthony)]

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-ac