Alright (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: Under Pressure - 2014)

[Logic:]
Hold up
Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right, yeah
Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
You know everything is alright
You know everything is al

Just ride with a motherfucker
Keep it real, never lie to a motherfucker, hold me down
Chilling, In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, rocking Adidas
With a señorita when she sipping liquor by the liter
That's royalty, like the homie Gambino
He know we be in the casino, lighting Cubans with a C-note
I'ma fuck the game, dare you to test my libido
Coming up shorter than Danny DeVito
Whenever I step on the beat, ho
Like a killer on the creep slow
Had my share of defeat, but we still gon' eat, ho
While the fans bumping Welcome To Forever on repeat though, uh
Wondering if I'ma ever fall off
Feeling mad at the world, wanna hit it with a sawed-off
Blowing 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 every day
So you know this shit about to be a busy night
Everything is al-, everything is alright

[Big Sean:]
It's Finally Famous over everything
RattPack gang
What up though, Logic? Yeah
Day one shit right there

[Logic (Big Sean):]
Hold up
Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right, yeah
Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
You know everything is alright (Sean Don)
You know everything is al

[Big Sean:]
Oh my God, they plotting and scheming
Fuckboys rather me not even breathing
They tryna take my blessings away
They gotta be demons, I'm blessed every day
And not blessed like I'm sneezing, I'm healthy and well
On top of my ship and I'm not even sinking
And I could just sit back and say that I'm happy
But can't spend a day without smoking and drinking
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 something out of nothing, Sean Don the magician (Good, yeah)
She doing tricks with her pussy, I guess she's a vagician (Good)
She tryna hold on to a nigga sta-sta-stacking up (Uh-huh)
Purell for these fake niggas tryna dap-dap me up
Hype nigga, back-back-back it up (Whoa)
Claiming that we homies, boy stop (Stop)
That's the type of shit I boycott
Yelling fuck the 5-0, state troops
Any nigga with a badge, I don't even trust the boy scouts
I got these good girls hoing out
Tell me what the fuck you know about (What?)
Being that nigga that these niggas don't know about
Then they throw you in the game
And you motherfucking blow it out
Now everything is alright

[Logic:]
Hold up
Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right, yeah
Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
You know everything is alright (Yeah)
You know everything is al (Uh, yeah)

Whipping through Gotham
Hating motherfuckers, I wanna off 'em
Hella endorphins, got me living life to the coffin
I'm coughing, wondering if I'm going insane
Nobody knowing my pain
But I be killing 'cause I'm into the game
Now looking back, it's like ain't nothing the same
All these Spanish women watching me like a novella
Hit you with a Beretta, get you wetter than a umbrella
Ain't nobody better do it like me
I know a lot of motherfuckers don't like me, prolly 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