Letra de 'We Gonna Be Alright' de Yo Gotti

Don't cry mama, he'll be back, we're gon' be alright...

Man, I miss my brother, I swear to god
I'm still mad at myself that I couldn't take the charge
I remember like yesterday, phone ringing up off the hook
pandemonium in the north, what happened to juk? shhhhhit
I don't know, guess the same old bullshit
Fed's said DP got caught with half a brick
that damn near stopped my heart
cause me and knowing my brother I'm thinking this shit hard
but luckilly it was soft and fortunately he was straight
we're findin' to take it to trial, but went on sign for eight
mama we're gon' be straight
li'l sister we're gon' be cool
I know that my brother strong, so I did what I had to do

Mama we're gon' be aiiiiight,
he gon' be okay,
shit, I didn't know but I was walkin' on faith,
li'l sister we're gon' be aiiight, he gon' be okay,
got me a brick and started moving that weight

His sister taking it bad
mama trying to be strong, couple calendar years
I never shedded a tear, wrote him a couple letters to tell him I'm doin' better
told him I took his Chevy and put the shit back together
told him I'm gettin' money, I counted a hundred g's
told me to slow it down, play the shit low-key
told me to make it happen, focus more on rappin'
cause fuckin' round in these streets that anything can happen
told me I had heart, plus he knew I was smart
the only thing that'd break his heart is if I fuck around and catch a charge
told me to watch my sister and never let mama suffer, and do what I had to do to overcome the struggles

Mama we're gon' be aiiiiight,
he gon' be okay,
shit, I didn't know but I was walkin' on faith,
li'l sister we're gon' be aiiight, he gon' be okay,
got me a brick and started moving that weight

Finally made parol, they think he gon' change his life
I axed him what he gon' do, he said he's gon' walk light
it wasn't a year later, he smokin' behind tint
half an ounce of the reddy rock, mane they got his ass again
judge gave him a bond, now he out on the run with that fuck the world attitude
still totin' a gun, still havin' his fun, we clubbin' it on the weekend
had conversations bout going to turn himself in
wanted to raise his son, gon' get the shit behind him
plus he knew it's only so long before they find him
lawyer was talking good, say he gon' get three
when the prosecuter quit yellin' they gave my brother eleven
my mama damn near fainter, my brother didn't want to accept it
the hardest part for me, I couldn't do nothing to help it
rap shit paid off, now we all on tv, my brother say he good, he finally feel free