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 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      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