Alright

I went out to Vegas with some of my friends
On a hiatus, like I vacationed with Johnny Depp
I don't know what state my mind is in
I roll the dice I play to win

Grab my briefcase, that's a keepsake
I need that shit to keep my head straight
I'm leaving with the chick
Cause she said that she would be giving me head

And the rest of her brain
After grabbing her ass and her waist
She asked me
Can we go back to your place
I hit the jukebox a song comes on, you could be Richie and I will be Fonz

Oh wee you know she's holding her body against me
Like she was Joni and I was chachi

you know I be going with the flow like a tsunami
like when it be flowing I probably oughta be on my way
Got all of the shit to do today but not the paitence or the time
Why don't I just make it mine, break-in an entering,
Im takin the time give me a second im takin a minute
Livin a blessing creating a vision
Makin my lesson on the highway to heaven
aint takin no exits

Boy, I don't doubt you'll make it, man
Breaking into every day of the town
Give me a second, I'm taking a minute
Living the life, creating a vision

Making my lane on the highway to heaven
Aint takin no exits ill check out the view as im passing's it by
Look out my window of my passenger side

I need freedom from my mind
So I can find some peace, and that's why
She's making me do something alright
Alright, alright, alright

That's how it's gonna be tonight
Alright, alright, alright
Let me do my thing
Alright, alright, alright

That's how it's gonna be tonight
Let me do my thing

A Gamblin man that knows when to hold em and knows when to fold em
Taking a chance and then making it happen
creating these patterns and rapping these poems
That actually have an effect on my soul

Let's express my stress, my thoughts, my happiness and wins
That is a recipe that'll give me a grin

Laugh at my mistakes and don't act like it doesn't happen
To everybody, I'm spreading the love
cause I Don't need the hate, bet you a penny
That she will not blow me Ha you already lost
Now give me my money aint tryin to be funny but if u have met me in person you already know that I am

I could be out drinking beer
I could be out chasing deer

Out on the couch, drinking beer
Now that I'm tatered did I say that we should get out of the house
Changin some gears, shifting real quick and hitting the pedal
I'm kicking up gravel and hitting the back road

I ran over possum that came out field
something something into the ditch)

If you give me left, you're gonna get hit
If you give me left, you're gonna get hit
If you give me left, you're gonna get hit
If you give me left, you're gonna get hit

Alright, alright, alright
That's how it's gonna be tonight
Alright, alright, alright
Let me do my thing

Alright, alright, alright
That's how it's gonna be, let me do my thing
Yeah
I get the bag, flip it in cash

Ride through town with a Glock on them dash
I never go slow when I ride with the stash
I'm cool, twenty-five hundred in cash
Fuck with the ones and I'm calling the cab

Kick that bitch out cause she making me mad
I fuck with bro niggas who work with the jab
Can't but a hundred, it's a decent amount
Scoping a bitch like I'm shooting for a vodka

Fifty-seven hundred, a Glock in the car
Thirty-five, baby, I tied on my arm
What's all rough with me like I'm playing the guitar
Fifty-seven hundred's my niggas, we cannon

We fast and we lock, and we get to this crack
Remember the trenches, the police, they lack
And we stacking that money, then back to the trap
And I'm toting that Glock while I'm packing that pack

Got clubs and robbers, they right in the back
Got clubs and robbers, they right in the back