作词 : Travis Scott/Schoolboy/SZA/Zona Man

Part 1: Ok

Ya you know we gon' be aight

Leaders of the new school

They ain't want to let us in but they had to

Trav tell 'em what it is

Zonaman in the building

Ok, ok, ok

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

Ok, ok

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should have never let us *****s in

Ok, ok, ok

Should have never let us *****s in

Should have never, should have never let us *****s in

Should have never let us *****s in

Sh-sh-should have never let us *****s in

Should have never let us *****s in

Sh-sh-should have never let us *****s in

Ok, ok, ok

Let's get this *******t lit poured right

Need my drugs alright

Call my ******* up she gon' suck this ***** four ways

Four ways, now it's time to pay

Need my money now, not tomorrow need that *******t today

Ok, Ok, Ok

Now it's bombs away

******* kissing ******* while my *****s serve them candy canes

Ok, ok, bouncing on La Flame put you up on game

Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little

Them ******* scared them ******* scareeee-oooh yea

Ok, ok, ok

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

Ok, ok

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should have never let us *****s in

Ok, ok, ok, ok

Should have never let us *****s in

Should have never, should have never let us *****s in

Should have never let us *****s in

Sh-sh-should have never let us *****s in

Should have never let us *****s in

Sh-sh-should have never let us *****s in

Ok, ok

Bottom ******* say ho!

Know you on top when the top get floored

Crib where the cop won't go

Rollie on bling bling, neck on ice

Tell a ******* get right make a ***** miss that flight

Can a ***** hit that twice

Should have never let us *****s in

Got my first M 2012

Now a hundred K in the mail

Free another hommie on bail

Money low her ******* gon' sell

Tryna tell me money ain't *******t

When you tried to tell me water won't whip

When you tried to say this quarter won't flip

Since Snoop who the other rich crip

How Groovy get the Pringle man chip

Walk on with a twenty yard clip

Walk on while a real ***** limp

Black ***** green grass no golf

So on turn the satellite off from the set

Feel like I died on that cross hang on

Ok, ok, ok

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

Ok, ok

Now we gon' blow like the wind

Should have never let us *****s in

Ok, ok, ok

Should have never let us *****s in

Should have never, should have never let us *****s in

Should have never let us *****s in

Sh-sh-should have never let us *****s in

Should have never let us *****s in

Sh-sh-should have never let us *****s in

Ok, ok

Part 2: Alright

Alright, alright, alright

Balling down the corner

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Take the long way home

Alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Jacques was born April 30 aye

Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days

He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright

Momma said her son gon' be a gift

Momma said her son gon' be the *******t

He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright

Momma coming home with different *****s

Daddy out there hanging with the killers

Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright?

Feel like I'mma need me a sip

Feel like I'mma need me a *******

Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright

There's blood on your face

Salt on your skin

Your battle is done, for now

Alright, alright, alright

Now I wanna blow these trees alright

Hit another lick and we gon' be alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Now we got this breeze we gon' be alright

Hundred all we need we gon' be alright

Alright

Alright, alright

Completely available to you

Scrape a little off the top

Come meet your puddin' pop

All night