text: Yeah, you know, we gon be aight
  Leaders of the new school
  They aint want to let us in but they had to
  Trav, tell em what it is
  Zona Man in the building
  Okay, okay, okay
  Already know its gon be alright
  Way we going up we might be all night
  Okay, okay, ay
  Now we gon blow like the wind
  Shouldve never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay, okay, okay
  Shouldve never let them niggas in
  Shouldve never, shouldve never let them niggas in
  Shouldve never let them niggas in
  Shouldve-shouldve-shouldve never let us niggas in
  Shouldve never let us niggas in
  Shouldve-shouldve-shouldve never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay, okay
  Lets get this shit lit poured right
  Need my drugs alright
  Call my bitch up, she gon suck this dick four ways
  Four ways, now its time to pay
  Need my money now, not tomorrow, need that shit today
  Okay, okay, okay, okay
  Now its bombs away
  Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve em candy cane
  Okay, okay, bouncing on La Flame, put you up on game
  Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little
  Them bitches scared, them bitches scared, ah, yeah
  Okay, okay, okay
  Already know its gon be alright
  Way we going up we might be all night
  Okay, okay
  Now we gon blow like the wind
  Shouldve never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay, okay, okay
  Shouldve never let them niggas in
  Shouldve never, shouldve never let them niggas in
  Shouldve never let them niggas in
  Shouldve-shouldve-shouldve never let us niggas in
  Shouldve never let us niggas in
  Shouldve-shouldve-shouldve never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay
  Bottom bitch say ho
  Know you on top when the top get floored
  Crib where the cop wont go
  Rollie on bling bling, neck-neck on ice
  Tell a bitch, Get right, make a nigga miss that flight
  Can a nigga hit that twice
  Should have never let us niggas in
  Got my first M 2012
  Now a hundred K in the mail
  Free another homie on bail
  Money low, her pussy gon sell
  Tryna tell me money aint shit
  When you tried to tell me water wont whip
  When you tried to say this quarter wont flip
  Since Snoop who the other rich crip
  How Groovy get the Pringle man chip
  Walk on with a twenty-yard clip
  Walk on while a real nigga limp
  Black nigga green grass no golf
  So on turn the satellite off from the set
  Feel like I died on that cross, hang on
  Okay, okay, okay
  Already know its gon be alright
  Way we going up we might be all night
  Okay, okay
  Now we gon blow like the wind
  Shouldve never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay, okay
  Shouldve never let them niggas in
  Shouldve never, shouldve never let them niggas in
  Shouldve never let them niggas in
  Shouldve-shouldve-shouldve never let us niggas in
  Shouldve never let us niggas in
  Shouldve-shouldve-shouldve never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay
  Alright, alright, alright
  Alright, alright, alright, alright
  Alright, alright, alright
  Alright, alright
  Alright, alright, alright, alright
  Jacques was born April 30, ayy
  Doctor said he wont be home in thirty days
  He gon be alright, alright, alright, alright
  Mama said her son gon be a gift
  Mama said her son gon be the shit
  He gon be alright, alright, alright, alright
  Mama coming home with different niggas
  Daddy out there hanging with the killers
  Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright?
  Feel like Ima need me a sip
  Feel like Ima need me a bitch
  Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright
  Theres blood on your face
  Uh, salt on your skin
  Your battle is done for now
  Alright, alright, alright
  Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright
  Hit another lick and we gon be alright
  Alright, alright, alright, alright
  Now we got this breeze, we gon be alright
  Hundred all we need, we gon be alright
  Alright, alright, alright
  Completely available to you
  Scrape a little off the top
  Come, make your pudding pop
  Alright all night