BE ALRIGHT

I done spent long days, long nights,

Talk too much, got no advice, all on my own,

Pray don't say everything gonna be all

Wake up, astral project out my body I promise there isn't no place I can't take us

Lord won't accept my body, my soul If I let them turn me to a faker

You pussy, I'm gangsta, I'm Freddie and Jason I'm straight undertaker, okay

I pop in your dreams, over, let it bleed, over Don't believe in my maker, no way

Hit him with a one-two, one-two Make him fall over, the champ of the octagon

When I'm gone, come through, come through Told her that I'ma roll out like an autobot