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 alrightNigga, 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 alrightUh, 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 sayWouldn’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 alrightNigga, 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 godWouldn’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 alrightNigga, 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 alrightI 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 prayersI remembered you was conflicted misusing your influence, sometimes i did the same abusing my power, full of resentment resentment that turned into a deep depression found myself screamin’ in the hotel room i didn’t wanna self-destruct the evils of lucy was all around me so i went runnin’ for answers…
