Alright Lyrics - Under Pressure - Logic

Just ride with a mothafucka 

Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down 

Chillin' in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin' Adidas 

With a senorita and 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'm a 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 slow 

Had my share of defeat, but we still gon' eat, ho 

While the fans bumpin' Welcome To Forever on repeat though 

Wonderin' if I'm a ever fall off 

Feelin' mad at the world, wanna hit her with the sawed off 

Blowin' up like a molotov 

This is war everybody ain't no reason I'm a 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 

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It's finally famous over everything 

Rattpack gang 

What up though Logic, yeah 

Day one shit right there 

Oh my God they plottin' and schemin' 

Fuckboys rather me not even breathin' 

They tryna take my blessins away 

They gotta be demons, I'm blessed everyday 

And I'm blessed like I'm sneezin', I'm healthy and well 

On top of my ship and I'm not even sinkin' 

And I get to 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, of 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 the 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 then you mothafuckin' blow it out 

Now everything is alright 

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Rippin' 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!