Eric Reprid — Alive and Well

[Verse 1] Alive and well Back then my priority was to save myself Knew I had to get my head straight for I went all out to go chase the wealth always seein' through it 3 am when we would get into it Mama cried like every night I didn't mean to do it She just wanna know what I'm doin' but I don't tell her though Whenever I tried explainin's like she seen a ghost That's why don't say nothin' keepin' my eyes low just like they hoped Since high school it was me and C Listenin' motivation tapes while we on the way to get somethin' to eat Tryin' to drown this anxiety Questionin' these old views lookin' at the man like who the fuck are you Fuck up out my way I ain't got shit to lose Mo'fucka I got shit to prove Remember walkin' in New York on my birthday Moms was still tryna get me to live her way Strollin' round time square feelin' boxed in with my soul drained Tired of fightin' they fears ain't gon' carry no more dead weight Wrote two verses on the plane back home on some lonesome shit Sent the demo to Kora, she gave a hook, then we dropped that shit Somehow in the first week it hit 20k Universe by my side now I could finally show mom some change Tensions high like everyday But a lil' blue peekin' through the grey just validated the way we movin' Wasn't tryna still be student Demons on me them shits be ruthless Think I gave my two sense about ten times Slowly shiftin' they paradigm I been adjusted to the fuckin' fights February 2017 was the second time I tried to drop out The first time I was 17 and I choked up and I tapped out Okay but now it's fuck the past I'ma get it right no fucks given Tears shed every single day holdin' my position Family my opposition Even grandma begged me to listen They just hung up on old tradition I won't pay attention let alone tuition Need to get it this fuckin' instance Always claimin' that I'm delusional Is what it is I'm not froze I'm blessed On house arrest 'till I need to leave then I'm gettin' faded Just to ease the stress I don't feel enough Woke up faded always down too much Friends got they own niche need a goodnight that's when we all get in touch Fuck around and then it's back to business Need my balance but they don't get it Lookin' at me like I'm pathetic That shit she talk I'm not interested I'm interjectin' tryna cut a deal Gimme two fuckin' years to show that this shit is real I'ma go and make what you make off the music and then see how you feel Took a second Said you only got two years to go make it happen May 2019 if you ain't made it then you gotta quit the rappin' Finally they done quit the yappin' Finally I can get to actions Prayin' this whole fuckin' mess gon' work out and be worth the damage