[Produced by ID Labs and Pushdabutton]
[Hook]
Where the fuck am I?
Man how did I get here?
Am I dead or alive?
So I looked to the sky and a man told me that
Everything is alright
Everything is alright
Everything is alright
Everything is alright
[Verse 1: Jeka]
Dropped out of college, see me scoped as selfish
Rather see me fail, livin' broke and helpless
Tell me how they call this the road to riches
Tell me why my nightstand's full of broken wishes
Why lie and deprive the truth for children?
I wanna drop knowledge and be heard by millions
The route to my life, in the booth when I write
So the groove feel like I'm the truth to the mic
I remain grateful
And do what they can't do, that's why they hate you
One day you're here, then the next you're an angel
She tell me I'm good, way better than your average
Every bad bitch claim they're better than my last bitch
I'ma put you up front, you thinkin' it's out back
I'ma shake the ground and I'm takin' my town back
'Bout to go Melo and D Wade and Kobe
You say that I'm nobody, funny you know me
Beast, green in my jeans like a crease
Feel super man, no Christopher Reeves
You can never be better, I grind like Ryan Sheckler
When I die, I wanna live forever
So stop, pop off, my disick, no Scott
Tell the ref to blow the whistle, let me take this shot
It's too much opened up, I got too much love
Too many homies here, too many hoes to trust
Doesn't wanna spit it, admit it that I'ma get it
Mothafucka I'ma die hard, Bruce Willis
Ain't never gon' stop 'til I'm laid back
In the back of a Maybach like fuck it
Got this feeling in my stomach
I swear to God I fuckin' love it
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Hi-Rez]
Lookin' to the sky, talkin' to the man
He tell me what I'm goin' through a part of his plan
He told me it's way greater than poppin' a couple bands
He said it's much more than coppin' a couple grams
I got a lot on my chest, it's gettin' hard to feel blessed
Struggle make you strong so I appreciate the stress
My life is such a mess but it could always be worse
I could be on my deathbed surrounded by nurses
Or wrapped in a hearse, my somethin' in reverse
I think I'm fuckin' cursed, now I'm just trippin'
I'm not good with friends and I'm not good to women
Everyday sinnin', never really grinnin'
It's really been a minute, overanalyzin' situations that I've been in
So far from winnin'
It's the 9th innin', so I'm ballin' out
We're so fuckin' on, bitch I'm never fallin' off, it's Rez