[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
  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
    [Chorus: Allen Anthony + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
  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, (geah) don't 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 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
    [Chorus: {Allen Anthony} + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
  Alright, (woo) {hey 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)
    {All my homeboys out there dying} (Tell em)
  (woo) hey this world's a crazy place (geah)
  oh (geah) why didn't I find my (yes) place
  {alright alright} (clap clap clap clap) (holla)
  Alright (geah) {alright}
  Alright {alright}, Alright {yeah}, Alright {oh lord}
    [Freeway]
  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