Damn

Give it time man

I'ma be alright

It's fucked up

I'ma be alright

At least I got my rydas, tho

Yea 





There it goes

Another casket dropped under

In the midst of the rain and thunder

And I wonder

About that watch on his wrist

And why I didn't take that bitch

Another funeral

My night to speak

Everybody and they mamma catchin' slugs in the street

I know the reverend by name

He's like Bullet

It's your turn to run to Burger King 

Mamma told me I had three strikes in life

When I was 18 I got a job at Mike's

Car wash

The place where the bitches be

Till I got mad and slapped Mike and his homie

They called the pigs

And then called my Pop's

I pissed on the vacuum in the back of the shop

And broke on out

For the cops is on my tail

Charity only future

If a nigga only fail 



I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 



I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 



I coulda been a doctor

Maybe even a president

Instead I slang dope

In a crack house resident

Raised in the strip

By pimps and O G's

Rock a girl with ADIDAS

Till the age of 13

Till I got me a refer

Slangin' bags and such

Had every last dopehead

Ridin' my nuts

Felt like I was on top of the world

What a head won't do for a bag of a white girl

I had T.V's VCR's

Stereo systems and stolen cars

More throwaways in the bottom of the river

When I was hungry

Crackheads brought me dinner

I kept Trump on my bankroll

If I met a fine bitch then I'd put her on the stroll

Everything was straight till they raided my spot

Now a nigga on the run and the fever gettin' hot 



I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 



I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 



Where my one good last vein at

Used to flipping' money on hoes

Now it's smack

You should be a Ryda

Heh, picture that

Now it's where the fuck my pipe

For my crack

No more Hatchet Rydas got my back

Got me a Pinto, traded in my black Cadillac (AHHH)

There I go

Or it seems

Until I woke up from my... 



Dreamin' of the money and the cars

Ho's in the strip bars

Now I'm all alone

The product of a fallen star

On the bottom of the barrel

Lookin' for a hookup

And when it's all done

I watched everybody book up fast

Spendin' all my money

People hate my ass

And now I'm really out of cash

Keep your money and your friends tight

Leave dem ho's

Or you can wave it all bye nigga there it go 



I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 



I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 



I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 



I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be (Alright)

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 



Oh an one more thang

I'ma be alright though

I got my rydas wit me