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,  baby don't you cry
Alright,
Alright,  I know we can make it through this
Alright,
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
That's right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report
Check on the war report; check on the stores we bought
Check on the kids shitand
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 you hating the
Baby don't you cry
Alright,
Alright,  I know we can make it through this
Alright,  don't let go hold on tight
Alright,  Alright,  Alright
I came from the hood and I'm bringing the hood with me
don't you worry about a
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
got to reach for something
Alright,  {hey oh oh baby}
Alright,  everything's gon be alright for you and me
Alright,
Alright, the
Alright,  Alright,{oh oh oh yeah}  Alright,

{All my homeboys out there dying}
 hey this world's a crazy place
oh  why didn't I find my  place
{alright alright} clap clap
Alright  {alright}
Alright {alright}, Alright {yeah}, Alright {oh lord}
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