E_fflux - It's Alright Lyrics

Yeah I'm the new park in the projects
A prospect, foreign concept? What a pity
My nigga asked me if I wanted to get straight to it, I'm eager
Yeah we was breaking rules but we skipped the ethics committee
And went to court... well, maybe we stepped way outta line
Told the jury we be making a couple changes, alright
But the judge turned, and homie thought of all his messes
He got long sentence crazy coz a nigga dyslexic

I look up...
It's alright...
I look up...
It's alright...
I look up...
It's alright...
I look up...
It's alright...

Yeah, got off with a warning, now I'm on my own
Took it all.. back to the basics, ambitiously working myself to the bone
Back in the day, we was doin it big as a duo, now I am the numero uno
Fresh cut and them new kicks, and I swear they can smell the cologne, and they like that
But they envious, all they guns drawn like cartoons, rebellious
My boy's crew finna run up on me, I change the town and alias
yeah I move quick and make a station again, man that's no sweat
But it's 5 years since a nigga went to jail and I ain't e'en rest yet

I look up...
It's alright...
I look up...
It's alright...
I look up...
It's alright...
I look up...
It's alright...

Years later and I'm steady making money
Show the records man I give em all my logs like a lumberjack
Yeah I got that, Beemer, Benz, or Bentley rev the engine if they talking back
On that bugs bunny like
Back on my business, I pick up myself and I'm keeping it moving
Like nobody else, and I get all the trophies I'm holdin em up
But they calling my bluff, like it's never enough...
Never be part of the haters, or give em my time... So I keep making em watch
All my highlights, from the sidelines, as I hit the targets like...

I look up...
It's alright...
I look up...
It's alright...
I look up...
It's alright...
I look up...
It's alright...

Day came, the homie got out, He was wondering
no calls, not even a visit what was that about?
He laughin about it now, but I know that deep down he pondering
Mandem never came tru, yeah he echoed out
Scent in the air that burner
Fresh in the game we ain't even go further
Nigga now back to click-clack murder
Walking the streets and he spreading that terror, I mean
Nah we ain't finna do that
I swear I been hustling I got your back
I promise you'll never gon need to jack
We pick up the pace and getting on track
It's alright...