Kendrick Lamar – Alright: Lyrics and Music Video
Alright Lyrics
Alls my life i has to fight, nigga
Alls my life i
Hard times, like: god!
Bad trips, like: yeah!
Nazareth, i’m fucked up
Homie, you fucked up
But if god got us, then we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
We gon’ be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
Huh? we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright
Uh, and when i wake up
I recognize you’re looking at me for the pay cut
But homicide be looking at you from the face down
What mac-11 even boom with the bass down?
Schemin’, and let me tell you ’bout my life
Painkillers only put me in the twilight
Where pretty pussy and benjamin is the highlight
Now tell my momma i love her, but this what i like, lord knows
20 of ’em in my chevy, tell ’em all to come and get me
Reaping everything i sow, so my karma comin’ heavy
No preliminary hearings on my record
I’m a motherfucking gangster in silence, for the record
Tell the world i know it’s too late
Boys and girls, i think i gone cray
Drown inside my vices all day
Won’t you, please, believe when i say?
Wouldn’t you know
We been hurt, been down before
Nigga, when our pride was low
Lookin’ at the world like: where do we go?
Nigga, and we hate po-po
Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho’
Nigga, i’m at the preacher’s door
My knees gettin’ weak, and my gun might blow
But we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
We gon’ be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
Huh? we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright
What you want you: a house or a car?
40 acres and a mule? a piano, a guitar?
Anything, see my name is lucy, i’m your dog
Motherfucker, you can live at the mall
I can see the evil, i can tell it, i know it’s illegal
I don’t think about it, i deposit every other zero
Thinking of my partner, put the candy, paint it on the regal
Digging in my pocket, ain’t a profit big enough to feed you
Everyday my logic get another dollar just to keep you
In the presence of your chico, ah!
I don’t talk about it, be about it, everyday i sequel
If i got it then you know you got it, heaven, i can reach you
Pet dog, pet dog, pet dog, my dog, that’s all
Pick back and chat, i trap the back for y’all
I rap, i black on track so rest assured
My rights, my wrongs, i write ’til i’m right with god
Wouldn’t you know
We been hurt, been down before
Nigga, when our pride was low
Lookin’ at the world like: where do we go?
Nigga, and we hate po-po
Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho’
Nigga, i’m at the preacher’s door
My knees gettin’ weak, and my gun might blow
But we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
We gon’ be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
Huh? we gon’ be alright
Nigga, we gon’ be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright
I keep my head up high
I cross my heart and hope to die
Lovin’ me is complicated
Too afraid, a lot of changes
I’m alright, and you’re a favorite
Dark nights in my prayers
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