Music Video

Freeway - Alright (Official Music Video) ft. Allen Anthony
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freeway
Freeway
Vocals
Allen Anthony
Allen Anthony
Vocals
Ronnie Foster
Ronnie Foster
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Anthony
Allen Anthony
Lyrics
Leslie Pridgen
Leslie Pridgen
Lyrics
Justin Gregory Smith
Justin Gregory Smith
Composer
Ronnie Foster
Ronnie Foster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Producer
Gee Roberson
Gee Roberson
Additional Producer
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
State property, rock a fella records
This that feeling music, you know
We make that music you can feel, early
[Verse 2]
I went from the ghetto to the ghetto, and I'm back again
And we doin' it back and forth 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 **** might blast your pops
No chance ambulance can't save your kin
Smoke reefer, burn reefer, chillin' my spot
Instead of makin' salad, drink liters of gin
I'm drunk again, I'm high again
I just might fly a kite
To my **** upstate, knocked off in the pen
They booked in a jail, I'm booked in a flight
It's fucked up, last year, we was all on a 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
[Verse 3]
Alright, baby, don't you cry
Alright, everything's gon' be alright
Alright, I know we can make it through this
Alright, don't let go, hold on tight
Alright, alright, alright
[Verse 4]
Baby, don't you cry
Everything 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 outta line, put him back in tech
Must be out his mind, let the ruger spray
Clap until we alright, all outta dodge
That's right, crush the club tonight with a watch on the Rob report
Check on the war report, check on the stores we bought
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
[Verse 5]
Alright, baby don't you cry
Alright, everything's gon' be alright
Alright, I know we can make it through this
Alright, don't let go, hold on tight
Alright, alright, alright
[Verse 6]
I came from the hood, I'm bringin' the hood with me
Don't you worry about a thing
It ain't a thing, I'm bringin' 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, clappin' you forward
I went from gat in a tux
Snatching your gold, to platinum and gold plaques on the truck
Same shit, different lineup, 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 a tech
We gotta reach for somethin' better
[Verse 7]
Alright
Alright, everything's gon' be alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
[Verse 8]
Alright ...
Written by: Allen Anthony, Justin Smith, Leslie Pridgen, R. Foster
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