Kendrick Lamar - Alright

And we hate Popo, wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga

I didn't wanna self destruct, the evils of Lucy was all around me

What you want, a house or a car

40 acres and a mule, a piano a guitar

Lovin' me is complicated

Uh, and when I wake up

Nigga, we gon' be alright

What mac-11 even boom with the bass down

My rights, my wrongs are right till I'm right with God

I don't talk about it, be about it

Do you hear me do you feel me?

Anything, see my name is Lucy

Resentment that turned into a deep depression

Pet dog, pet dog, pet dog, my dog thats all

I recognize you're lookin' at me for the pay cut

I can see the evil, I can tell it

We gon' be alright

I'm alright and you're a favorite

Tell the world I know it's too late

Painkillers only put me in the twilight

Paint it on the regal

We gon' be alright

And let me tell you bout my life

Don't talk about, be about it

Lord knows, 20 of 'em in my Chevy