[Chorus]
Well then, listen, alright
Well, alright
You can say what you want
But in the end, man, imma still be alright
And to explain myself
If I actually gave a fuck, then I ain't myself
It goes:
One for the homies
Two for the fans
Three for the fact that I'm proud of who I am
So alright (So alright!)
And alright (And alright)
'Cause you can say what you want
But in the end, man, imma still be alright

[Verse 1]
Man, I just got a FaceTime with my brother
I'm kinda scared that I will never reach his pinnacle
Which is clustered with the same failed fiend
Backstabbed by the same close friend who would grin at you
It's kind of funny, ain't it?
This verse is unrelated
Sorry, I'm just caught up in a picture I should have not have painted
My ex girl saying things she's never planned to
And love will come with roses, but its thorns will always stab you
My best friend told me Daddy quittin' cigarettes
But, man, I've heard him say that kind of shit before
And what worries me the most is the fact that nowadays he doesn't see his music as an outlet anymore
I'd be lying if I told you it ain't get to me
He used to want to wreck the beat
A year ago this music was his therapy
And to be honest, I've been doubting it too
There's no more water in the fountain of youth, truth
[Chorus]
Well then, listen, alright
Well, alright
You can say what you want
But in the end, man, imma still be alright
And to explain myself
If I actually gave a fuck, then I ain't myself
It goes:
One for the homies
Two for the fans
Three for the fact that I'm proud of who I am
So alright
And alright
'Cause you can say what you want
But in the end, man, imma still be alright

[Verse 2]
Alright, now let me get a round of applause!
The one time you actually take claps
I'm sick of rappers who claim facts but ain't that
I got the flowies, I give you the hokie-pokies
You phonies are in a box but you ain't chat
Well, it's the "Ok I'm" era when i spit self connector
Thoughts when I bring apocalyptic sinister
Plans off the Richter
Stale so inhale the heir to the throne
But then a peasant says to me "Hey, mister"
Bmike, you're a bitch, brah
Heard you always think, yeah
Lethal on the mic when you spit and evict her
Floating, you compose like were something of a ninja
A sin, bruh, I'll end ya, Bazinga
Yo, who the fuck are you?
You are not King Kong tryna kill my vibe and interrupt my song
Suckin' dick for a life
Break my vision in spite
If you want to know what my reply is
Well then, listen, alright
[Chorus]
Well then, listen, alright
Well, alright
You can say what you want
But in the end, man, imma still be alright
And to explain myself
If I actually gave a fuck, then I ain't myself
It goes:
One for the homies
Two for the fans
Three for the fact that I'm proud of who I am
So alright
And alright
'Cause you can say what you want
But in the end, man, imma still be alright
Well, alright
You can say what you want
But in the end, man, imma still be alright
And to explain myself
If I actually gave a fuck, then I ain't myself
It goes:
One for the homies
Two for the fans
Three for the fact that I'm proud of who I am
So alright
And alright
'Cause you can say what you want
But in the end, man, imma still be alright