*featuring Allen Anthony
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[Freeway]
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State Property, Roc-a-fella Records
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This that feeling music you know
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We make that music you can feel Early
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"Just Blaze"
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[Verse 1: Freeway]
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I went from the ghetto to the ghetto and I'm back again
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And we doing it back and forth roll with a gang of thugs
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My burner my hood passport fresh from the airport I'm back again
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And I clap your men; I'm from a block where niggas might blast your pops
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No chance ambulance can't save your kin; smoke reefer burn reefer
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Chill in my spot instead of making selat drink liters of gin
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I'm drunk again I'm high again I just might fly a kite
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To my niggas up state knocked off in the pen
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They booked in a jail; I'm booking a flight
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It's fucked up last year we was all on the block
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This can't be life this can't be love
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They roll with a whack; I roll with a snub
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We all in a fight
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[Chorus: Allen Anthony + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
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Alright, (woo) baby don't you cry (ugh)
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Alright, (tell em) everything's gon be alright
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Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this
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Alright, (tell em)don't let go hold on tight (ugh)
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Alright, Alright, Alright
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[Verse 2: Freeway + (Allen Anthony)]
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Baby don't you cry
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Every thing gon be alright all night, Free is on his job let the music play
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And I ain't come to hurt nobody tonight
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But if a dude get out of line put him back in tech
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Must be out his mind let the ruger spray
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Clap until we alright all out of dodge (alright)
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That's right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report (sweet)
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Check on the war report; check on the stores we bought (yeah)
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Check on the kids and shit
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Hope everything's alright all night cause all day pop in the mix
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I might pop rock stars pop up on your strip
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Free pop out hits get paid for my thoughts and that's alright
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And my label the shit
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[Chorus: Allen Anthony + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
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Alright (And you hating the click)
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Baby don't you cry (woo)
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Alright, (tell em) everything's gon be alright
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Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this (tell em)
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Alright, (geah) don't let go hold on tight
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Alright, (woo) Alright, (geah) Alright
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[Verse 3: Freeway + (Allen Anthony)]
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I came from the hood and I'm bringing the hood with me
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(And don't you worry about a thing)
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It ain't a thing I'm bringing them things with me scrap
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And I take em around the globe travel around the globe
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Been to Paris and back again
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Free fall back get stacks with a pen
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Still move like a king pen clapping you forward
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I went from gat in the tux
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Snatching your gold to platinum and gold plaques on the tuck
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Same shit different line up work gat and a tech
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I might get with Mac and act up in a Bent
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We came a long way from a pack and tech
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(We got to reach for something better) geah
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[Chorus: {Allen Anthony} + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
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Alright, (woo) {hey oh oh baby} (geah)
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Alright, (woo) everything's gon be alright for you and me (geah)
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Alright, (right geah) {come on} (ugh it's the Roc)
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Alright, (it's the Roc){alright hey hey hey yeah} (geah)
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Alright, (geah) Alright,{oh oh oh yeah} (geah) Alright, (holla)
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{All my homeboys out there dying} (Tell em)
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(woo) hey this world's a crazy place (geah)
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oh (geah) why didn't I find my (yes) place
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{alright alright} (clap clap clap clap) (holla)
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Alright (geah) {alright}
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Alright {alright}, Alright {yeah}, Alright {oh lord}
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[Freeway]
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Young Free, Allen Anthony, The Roc is definitely in the building
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Woo, geah, geah woop woop geah clap clap clap clap clap woo woo woo
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Alright
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| Freeway |
