Ok Alright
Travis Scott Lyrics
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Leaders of the new school
They ain't want to let us in but they had to
Trav tell 'em what it is
Zona Man in the building
Ok, ok, ok
Already know it's gon' be alright
Ok, ok
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok
Should have never let us niggas in
Should have never, should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok
Let's get this shit lit poured right
Need my drugs alright
Call my bitch up she gon' suck this dick four ways
Four ways, now it's time to pay
Need my money now, not tomorrow need that shit today
Ok, ok, ok
Now it's bombs away
Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve 'em candy canes
Ok, ok, bouncing on La Flame put you up on game
Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little
Them bitches scared them bitches 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 niggas in
Ok, ok, ok, ok
Should have never let us niggas in
Should have never, should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok
Bottom bitch 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 bitch get right, make a nigga miss that flight
Can a nigga hit that twice
Should have never let us niggas in
Got my first M 2012
Now a hundred K in the mail
Free another homie on bail
Money low her pussy gon' sell
Tryna tell me money ain't shit
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 nigga limp
Black nigga 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 niggas in
Ok, ok, ok
Should have never let us niggas in
Should have never, should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok
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 shit
He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
Momma coming home with different niggas
Daddy out there hanging with the killers
Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright?
Feel like I'ma need me a sip
Feel like I'ma need me a bitch
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, wanna blow these trees alright
Run 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
The lyrics to Travis Scott's song "Ok Alright" featuring ScHoolboy Q is a testament to their success in the music industry despite opposition and discrimination. The first verse implies that they are the leaders of the new school, which suggests that the old regime of the music industry did not understand their sound or appreciate their contribution. The second verse is about drugs, sex, and money and how they have become extravagant with their wealth. However, the chorus makes it clear that all these opulent lifestyles are justified because they fought hard to be where they are today. They see themselves as a revolution that no one wanted, but the world cannot do without. Even though they continue to face discrimination, they believe they will be alright because they are destined for greatness.
The chorus repeats the words "Already know it's gonna be alright, way we going up, we might be all night" several times to emphasize their resilience and perseverance to achieve success. Despite the hurdles they have faced, they know that their destiny is secured, and nothing can stop them. The song's energy mirrors the intensity of their journey, making it clear that they won't stop until justice is served. The song ends on a philosophical note, with the lyrics "There's blood on your face, salt on your skin, your battle is done, for now," reflecting that they may have won a few battles, but the war is not over yet.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah you know we gon' be aight
We are aware that everything will be all right in the end
Leaders of the new school
We are pioneers of the new era
They ain't want to let us in but they had to
The authorities were not willing to grant us access, but they eventually did
Trav tell 'em what it is
Travis is going to explain the situation to them
Zona Man in the building
Zona Man is present in the vicinity
Ok, ok, ok
It's all right, all right, all right
Already know it's gon' be alright
We already know that everything's going to work out fine
Way we going up we might be all night
The ride to the top may take all night
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Now our success will come fast and furious
Should have never let us niggas in
They should have never granted us entry
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Emphasizing the fact that we should not have been allowed in
Let's get this shit lit poured right
Let's get the party started and make sure everyone has a good time
Need my drugs alright
I require my drugs to get in the correct mood
Call my bitch up she gon' suck this dick four ways
I'll ask my partner to give me oral sex in a variety of ways
Four ways, now it's time to pay
After the oral sex, I'll pay her for her services
Need my money now, not tomorrow need that shit today
I require my payment immediately, not at a later date
Now it's bombs away
We are going to release our music with explosive impact
Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve 'em candy canes
Girls are making out while guys give them drugs
Bouncing on La Flame put you up on game
Travis Scott is leading the charge and showing you how it's done
Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little
We can show you how to combine drugs and party like a pro
Them bitches scared them bitches scareeee-oooh yea
The girls are frightened and intimidated, but we continue to party hard
Bottom bitch say ho!
The most important girl proclaimed her position in the hierarchy
Know you on top when the top get floored
You know you are in charge when others are beneath you
Crib where the cop won't go
We are in a location where the police won't disturb us
Rollie on bling bling, neck on ice
My accessories are flashy and expensive
Can a nigga hit that twice
Can I have sex with you more than once?
Got my first M 2012
I earned my first million in 2012
Now a hundred K in the mail
I now receive a hundred thousand dollars in the mail
Free another homie on bail
A friend has been released on bail
Money low her pussy gon' sell
If she needs money, she may sell her body
Tryna tell me money ain't shit
You are trying to convince me that money is not important
When you tried to tell me water won't whip
You were insisting that something that has value actually doesn't
Since Snoop who the other rich crip?
Since Snoop Dogg, who is the other wealthy crip?
How Groovy get the Pringle man chip?
How did Groovy get such a popular endorsement deal?
Walk on with a twenty yard clip
We are walking around with protection
Walk on while a real nigga limp
We walk without fear or shame
Black nigga green grass no golf
We live life on our terms, regardless of society's norms
So on turn the satellite off from the set
We want to end external interference and focus on our party
Feel like I died on that cross hang on
I feel like I'm going through a rough time and must push through
There's blood on your face
You've been through a lot and have scars to prove it
Salt on your skin
You've worked hard and sweat profusely
Your battle is done, for now
You've won, but there may be future battles to fight
Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright
I want to smoke weed and feel good
Run another lick and we gon' be alright
If we commit another crime, we'll be financially stable
Now we got this breeze we gon' be alright
Things just got better for us and we can relax
Hundred all we need we gon' be alright
We just need a little bit of money and we'll be fine
Jacques was born April 30 aye
Jacques was born on April 30th
Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days
The doctor stated that Jacques would not leave the clinic for a month
Momma said her son gon' be a gift
Jacques' mother believes her son is destined for great things
Momma said her son gon' be the shit
Jacques' mother thinks her son is going to be super successful
Momma coming home with different niggas
Jacques' mother is coming home with different men
Daddy out there hanging with the killers
Jacques' father is hanging out with dangerous people
Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright?
Will everything turn out fine after all?
Feel like I'ma need me a sip
I feel like I need something to drink
Feel like I'ma need me a bitch
I feel like I need someone to have sex with
Completely available to you
I am entirely at your disposal
Scrape a little off the top
Take a small portion of the money as compensation
Come meet your puddin' pop
Come and enjoy yourself with us
All night
We will be here all night long
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Quincey Hanley, Solana Rowe, Leland Wayne, Jacques Berman, Sonny Uwaezouke
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