Alright
Ay, gimme a funky drum beat Rye
They caps blast back when I pick up the pen
The boof pack blasting like that Kaioken times ten
The roof off heavy Sippin shit where have you been
That shawty sippin liquor bet she wanna be friends
Y'all know it's Rye and I'm cruising on some wavy shit
It's me and J Cigol trippin' on some super crazy shit
Supercalifragic acid addict, casting magic,
Blowin Backwoods out the back of the hatchback
Shit did you catch that
Nah, I don't think they really caught that
Cuz if they did they prolly woulda already fought back
Really you couldn't tell me I don't know how to chase stacks
We flip it we don't miss it, we just get that shit right back (Ahhha)
Doing donuts in the Audi blowing on the Maui
My, my vision getting cloudy and
Its always all love to the haters that done doubt me
Matter of fact I think I saw your girl down there in south beach
Ima 700, 800 nigga I had to ball out
Show you how to make seven figures we on a roll now
I know that I had few bitches I had to dawg out
They was tryna take from my vision I had to hold it down (Down)
Down, Down, Down
(I had to hold it down)
Cuz everything is gonna be alright, right, right, right, right
Right, right
Cuz everything is gonna be alright, right, right, right, right
Right, right
Cuz everything is gonna be alright, right, right, right, right
Right, right
(Yuh)
Twisting marijuana's with my partnas getting faded discombobulated
Check the cadence y'all in need of maintenance
Being patient wit temptations testin' patience and
Complacence what I'm facin' will I make It I can taste it (Woah)
Ima young reject from the neighborhood
They told me that I can't but I always could
Always smiled though the shit that was never good
They was poppin' Xanax I was just smoking woods (Yea)
It's the life I live it keeps movin' on
And if this was real I wouldn't question what you be on
But since we here let me tell you where you was wrong
Keep you in my prayers since you wanna be grown
They say don't show no fear
I put it in all my songs
But I know
Cuz everything is gonna be alright, right, right, right, right
Right, right
Cuz everything is gonna be alright, right, right, right, right
Right, right (Right, right)
They caps blast back when I pick up the pen
The boof pack blasting like that Kaioken times ten
The roof off heavy Sippin shit where have you been
That shawty sippin liquor bet she wanna be friends
They caps blast back when I pick up the pen
The boof pack blasting like that Kaioken times ten
The roof off heavy Sippin shit where have you been
That shawty sippin liquor bet she wanna be friends
Y'all know it's Rye and I'm cruising on some wavy shit
It's me and J Cigol trippin' on some super crazy shit
Supercalifragic acid addict, casting magic,
Blowin Backwoods out the back of the hatchback
Shit did you catch that
Nah, I don't think they really caught that
Cuz if they did they prolly woulda already fought back
Really you couldn't tell me I don't know how to chase stacks
We flip it we don't miss it, we just get that shit right back (Ahhha)
Doing donuts in the Audi blowing on the Maui
My, my vision getting cloudy and
Its always all love to the haters that done doubt me
Matter of fact I think I saw your girl down there in south beach
Ima 700, 800 nigga I had to ball out
Show you how to make seven figures we on a roll now
I know that I had few bitches I had to dawg out
They was tryna take from my vision I had to hold it down (Down)
Down, Down, Down
(I had to hold it down)
Cuz everything is gonna be alright, right, right, right, right
Right, right
Cuz everything is gonna be alright, right, right, right, right
Right, right
Cuz everything is gonna be alright, right, right, right, right
Right, right
(Yuh)
Twisting marijuana's with my partnas getting faded discombobulated
Check the cadence y'all in need of maintenance
Being patient wit temptations testin' patience and
Complacence what I'm facin' will I make It I can taste it (Woah)
Ima young reject from the neighborhood
They told me that I can't but I always could
Always smiled though the shit that was never good
They was poppin' Xanax I was just smoking woods (Yea)
It's the life I live it keeps movin' on
And if this was real I wouldn't question what you be on
But since we here let me tell you where you was wrong
Keep you in my prayers since you wanna be grown
They say don't show no fear
I put it in all my songs
But I know
Cuz everything is gonna be alright, right, right, right, right
Right, right
Cuz everything is gonna be alright, right, right, right, right
Right, right (Right, right)
They caps blast back when I pick up the pen
The boof pack blasting like that Kaioken times ten
The roof off heavy Sippin shit where have you been
That shawty sippin liquor bet she wanna be friends
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Ririe
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