We Alright' ft. Jibril Khalifa & Lil Dean Lyrics

New Louis, Gucci

You Cyan have it all

Like Durk and India

Love all over the media

Yeah I'm not regular

Nah I'm not the same

Slow down when I drive in my lane

Even when I scream yeah I got paid

Your girls callin ' me, she want the thing

Behind every success, yeah there's pain

How she be ridin me, that sh!t's insane

You know I got the style and my weed loud

Ghettos to ghettos

Just to make mama proud

We alright, we okay

Your man's regular

We're not same

We alright we okay

Used to suffer

We all paid

We alright, we okay

Your man's regular

We're not same

We alright we okay

Used to suffer

We all paid

Pull-up with the goons

Yeah, we coming in live, we coming in live

If I don't tell you where I've been will you know where I'm from know where I'm from

I'm just catching vibes with my bro's and we making no loss, cause we're the boss

We alright, we okay

Your mans regular

We not same

F a real verse I'm just vibing with my bro's

Not a loose end, I'm just trying to be the goat

Coming from the trenches, we on road

Hennessy and vody, my bro that's the code

Catch a case on god, swear it's on sight

Nuff things, everybody feeling alright

Expensive shit we all fly, we okay

We alright, you know the vibe

We alright, we okay

Your man's regular

We're not same

We alright we okay

Used to suffer

We all paid

We alright, we okay

Your man's regular

We're not same

We alright we okay

Used to suffer

We all paid

Slowly slowly she coming to me

Pretty brown eyes yeah she a light skin

Look inna mi eyes n do di right thing

Thoughts of you early in da morning

She call my phone and we conversing

Full ah good vibes and no stressing

Do what mi want ask no questions

Meditating while mi sip pon lean

Learn bout woman n good cooking

Tek it slow baby it's hurting

Bad shooter like Van Persie

Nearly forgot seh she a virgin

Good pum lef a man confessing Confessing

Good pum lef a man confessing

True seh di gyal em love my thing

B3sen yen kor

All my n**gas on loc'd

Stoney and Lil dean

You know we on top

Just left di bank

All my money you gon chop

All my money you gon chop

Mans too unique yeah mi cyant flop

Pon dis riddim mi flow non stop

We Alright, We Okay

Praise to God, we got life

We alright, we okay

Your man's regular

We're not same

We alright we okay

Used to suffer

We all paid

We alright, we okay

Your man's regular

We're not same

We alright we okay

Used to suffer

We all paid

New Louis, Gucci

You Cyan have it all

Like Durk and India

Love all over the media

Pull-up with the goons

Yeah, we coming in live, we coming in live

She call my phone and we conversing

Full ah good vibes and no stressing

Do what mi want ask no questions

Meditating while mi sip pon lean