No Really, I'm Okay

Yeah

Goin' back to my roots for a minute

Back to when I thought that I could make it if I did it

So I dropped out of school, thinkin' I would get dumb rich

Shed the pop style, tryna not amount to nothin'

Channels didn't wanna post me; they still don't

Everybody really takin' off, but it's chill though

'Cause I will grow bigger than the last dude

Knowin' how it feels to let the competition pass-through

One out of ten, bad rating, I don't feel okay

I hate makin' sad songs, but it's real, okay?

I'm a man, but they treat me as a kid, okay

Paid a K for the plays, gettin' big, okay

A hundred K, only ten likes

Wanna talk down, I'ma send you to the end twice

Ex wanna chill, well, okay, her friend nice

Made a free sample, okay, you should gеt Splice

Some advice for thе next gen

Friend kinda weird, figure out where my ex went

I am not desperate; I'm sad though

Pay the whole rack for the verse; why you mad, bro?

That's a bad investment; you had bad intentions

You just want impressions, so get out my mentions, heh

You a fool, and a tool, and a joke, woah

Ex hit me up, now I really gotta go, bro

One out of ten, bad rating, I don't feel okay

I hate makin' sad songs, but it's real, okay?

I'm a man, but they treat me as a kid, okay

Paid a K for the plays, gettin' big, okay

A hundred K, only ten likes

Wanna talk down, I'ma send you to the end twice

Ex wanna chill, well, okay, her friend nice

Made a free sample, okay, you should get Splice