Текст Logic – Alright

Big Sean:
Hold up, let me get my mind
Let me get my mind right
Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right

Logic:
Just ride with a mothafucka
Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucka, hold me down
Chillin’, In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, rockin’ Adidas
With a señorita when she sippin’ liquor by the liter
That’s royalty, like the homie Gambino
He know we be in the casino, lightin’ Cubans with a C-note
I’ma fuck the game, dare you to test my libido
Comin’ up shorter than Danny DeVito
Whenever I step on the beat, ho
Like a killer on the creep flow
Had my share of defeat, but we still gon’ eat, ho
While the fans bumpin’ Welcome To Forever on repeat though
Wonderin’ if I’ma ever fall off
Feelin’ mad at the world, wanna hit it with a sawed-off
Blowin’ up like a molotov
This is war, everybody, ain’t no reason I’ma call it off
Get it right, shout out to the homie Dizzy Wright
In the studio everyday
So you know this shit about to be a busy night
Everything is all, everything is alright

Big Sean:
It’s Finally Famous over everything
RattPack gang

Hold up, let me get my mind
Let me get my mind right
Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
You know everything is alright
You know everything is all

Oh my God, they plottin’ and schemin’
Fuckboys rather me not even breathin’
They tryna take my blessings away
They gotta be demons, I’m blessed everyday
And not blessed like I’m sneezin’, I’m healthy and well
On top of my ship and I’m not even sinkin’
And I could just sit back and say that I’m happy
But can’t spend a day without smokin’ and drinkin’
Got Champagne problems, and I order more
My wardrobe is Aura Gold
I’m a young nigga with a older soul
But still young enough to know I gotta know some more
I made somethin’ out of nothin’, Sean Don the magician
She doin’ tricks with her pussy, I guess she’s a vagician
She tryna hold on to a nigga sta-sta-stackin’ up
Purell for these fake niggas tryna dap dap me up
Hype nigga, back-back-back it up
Claimin’ that we homies, boy stop
That’s the type of shit I boycott
Yellin’ fuck the 5-0, state troops
Any nigga with a badge, I don’t even trust the boy scouts
I got these good girls hoin’ out
Tell me what the fuck you know about
Bein’ that nigga that these niggas don’t know about
Then they throw you in the game
And you mothafuckin’ blow it out; now everything is alright

Hold up, let me get my mind
Let me get my mind right
Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
You know everything is alright
You know everything is all

Logic:
Whippin’ through Gotham
Hatin’ mothafuckas, I wanna off ’em
Hella endorphins, got me livin’ life to the coffin
I’m coughin’, wonderin’ if I’m goin’ insane
Nobody knowin’ my pain
But I be killin’, ’cause I’m into the game
Now lookin’ back it’s like ain’t nothin’ the same
All these Spanish women watchin’ me like a novela
Hit you with a Beretta, get you wetter than a umbrella
Ain’t nobody better do it like me
I know a lot of mothafuckas don’t like me
Probably wanna fight me
But I just keep the peace, no need to keep a piece
I keep my enemies on a leash, capiche?
And keep it real for the people I reach