| It’s like
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| (Always going to have somethin' to say)
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| This is a hunnid percent of how I feel in the moment
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| (Might as well give 'em something to talk about, it don’t matter what I do)
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| My life is made up of, of thousands and thousands upon different moments
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| And it’s just all about how I feel and I wanna know who that is
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| How many, what?
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| How many prophets need profit, what’s in your wallet?
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| How many homies you drown for end up solid?
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| How many souls done got traded for direct deposit just waitin' for you to fail
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| but you locked in and got it polished?
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| I am not one of these rap niggas
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| I don’t even fuck with no rap niggas
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| Just went to borrow money from my cousin, he got pistol on his belt,
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| he might just come up off his lap with it
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| Nobody loves you when they can use you, I used to think you was different,
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| I was foolish
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| Foolish, dead
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| Foolish, empty
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| I won’t risk it but that shit tempting
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| And all this (Honest)
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| Shit a nigga go through (Honest)
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| People ask me if I’m okay (Honest, Honest)
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| I don’t even know the truth (Honest, Honest)
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| Honestly, I’m so jaded (Honest, Honest)
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| 'Cause either way they judge you (Honest, Honest)
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| So don’t ask me if I’m okay (Honest, Honest)
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| 'Cause I don’t even know the truth (Honest, Honest)
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| «It's alright,» she say
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| «It gon' be alright» (Hey, it gon' be alright)
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| «It's alright,» she say («It's alright,» she say)
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| «You gon' be alright» (Ayy, ayy)
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| I just hopped off a Fallon with twenty to my name
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| Ben hit me two months later and got me on a plane
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| I’m in Australia, shit I scribbled in basement and back to Harlem to blow all
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| that paper, who’s dream I’m chasin'?
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| Soon after, what’s poppin' at
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| Hit some countries I can’t pronounce, some shows I won’t remember
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| Shorty’s pops passed, so it’s back to Seattle with it
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| Still high off my little waves so the only option is get it
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| The only problem, my mental dreams
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| Only so realistic and homies don’t need call me 'cause you know me,
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| I’m down to spend it
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| Who need to trip and fuck everything is your image
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| Who run the game 'cause little Dave is tryna scrimmage
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| And all this
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| Shit a nigga go through
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| People ask me if I’m okay
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| I don’t even know the truth
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| Honestly, I’m so jaded
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| 'Cause either way they judge you
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| So don’t ask me if I’m okay
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| 'Cause I don’t even know the truth
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| «It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest)
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| «It gon' be alright» (Honest, honest)
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| «It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest)
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| «You gon' be alright» (Honest, honest)
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| «It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest)
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| «It gon' be alright» (Honest, honest)
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| «It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest)
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| «You gon' be alright» (Honest, honest) |