It's Alright

Lyrics

VERSE 1 Yeah I'm the new park in the projects A prospect, foreign concept? What a pity My nigga asked me if I wanted to get straight to it, I'm eager Yeah we was breaking rules but we skipped the ethics committee And went to court.. well, maybe we stepped way outta line Told the jury we be making a couple changes, alright But the judge turned, and homie thought of all his messes He got long sentence crazy coz a nigga dyslexic CHORUS I look up... It's alright... I look up... It's alright... I look up... It's alright... I look up... It's alright... VERSE 2 Yeah, got off with a warning, now I'm on my own Took it all.. back to the basics, ambitiously working myself to the bone Back in the day, we was doin it big as a duo, now I am the numero uno Fresh cut and them new kicks, and I swear they can smell the cologne, and they like that But they envious, all they guns drawn like cartoons, rebellious My boy's crew finna run up on me, I change the town and alias Yeah I move quick and make a station again, man that's no sweat But it's 5 years since a nigga went to jail and I ain't e'en rest yet CHORUS I look up... It's alright... I look up... It's alright... I look up... It's alright... I look up... It's alright... VERSE 3 Years later and I'm steady making money Show the records man I give em all my logs like a lumberjack Yeah I got that, Beemer, Benz, or Bentley rev the engine if they talking back On that bugs bunny like Back on my business, I pick up myself and I'm keeping it moving Like nobody else, and I get all the trophies I'm holdin em up But they calling my bluff, like it's never enough... Never be part of the haters, or give em my time... So I keep making em watch All my highlights, from the sidelines, as I hit the targets like... CHORUS I look up... It's alright... I look up... It's alright... I look up... It's alright... I look up... It's alright... VERSE 4 Day came, the homie got out, He was wondering No calls, not even a visit what was that about? He laughin about it now, but I know that deep down he pondering Mandem never came tru, yeah he echoed out Scent in the air that burner Fresh in the game we ain't even go further Nigga now back to click-clack murder Walking the streets and he spreading that terror, I mean Nah we ain't finna do that I swear I been hustling I got your back I promise you'll never gon need to jack We pick up the pace and getting on track It's alright...