[Intro]
It's like
(Always going to have somethin' to say)
This is a hunnid percent of how I feel in the moment
(Might as well give 'em something to talk about, it don't matter what I do)
My life is made up of, of thousands and thousands upon different moments
And it's just all about how I feel and I wanna know who that is

[Verse 1]
How many, what?
How many prophets need profit, what's in your wallet?
How many homies you drown for end up solid?
How many souls done got traded for direct deposit just waitin' for you to fail but you locked in and got it polished?
I am not one of these rap n***as
I don't even fuck with no rap n***as
Just went to borrow money from my cousin, he got pistol on his belt, he might just come up off his lap with it
Nobody loves you when they can use you, I used to think you was different, I was foolish
Foolish, dead
Foolish, empty
I won't risk it but that shit tempting

[Pre-Chorus]
And all this (Honest)
Shit a n***a go through (Honest)
People ask me if I'm okay (Honest, Honest)
I don't even know the truth (Honest, Honest)
Honestly, I'm so jaded (Honest, Honest)
'Cause either way they judge you (Honest, Honest)
So don't ask me if I'm okay (Honest, Honest)
'Cause I don't even know the truth (Honest, Honest)

[Chorus]
"It's alright," she say
"It gon' be alright" (Hey, it gon' be alright)
"It's alright," she say ("It's alright," she say)
"You gon' be alright" (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
I just hopped off a Fallon with twenty to my name
Ben hit me two months later and got me on a plane
I'm in Australia, shit I scribbled in basement and back to Harlem to blow all that paper, who's dream I'm chasin'?
Soon after, what's poppin' at [?]
Hit some countries I can't pronounce, some shows I won't remember
Shorty's pops passed, so it's back to Seattle with it
Still high off my little waves so the only option is get it
The only problem, my mental dreams
Only so realistic and homies don't need call me 'cause you know me, I'm down to spend it
Who need to trip and fuck everything is your image
Who run the game 'cause little Dave is tryna scrimmage

[Pre-Chorus]
And all this
Shit a n***a go through
People ask me if I'm okay
I don't even know the truth
Honestly, I'm so jaded
'Cause either way they judge you
So don't ask me if I'm okay
'Cause I don't even know the truth

[Chorus]
"It's alright," she say (Honest, honest)
"It gon' be alright" (Honest, honest)
"It's alright," she say (Honest, honest)
"You gon' be alright" (Honest, honest)
"It's alright," she say (Honest, honest)
"It gon' be alright" (Honest, honest)
"It's alright," she say (Honest, honest)
"You gon' be alright" (Honest, honest)