[Chorus]

Let it all work out (x6)

Don’t think about it too much

[Verse 1]

Recording in my room

Trying to make it out the basement

Making uber money

Trying to feed the budget lately

Bi called me a god

Guess she got with my direction

I won't sugar coat it

Or conceal my damn intentions

I want everything your girl is no exception

Want promithezen in my blood stream on a regs and

Back to back shows in the capital and then some

Bottles on patrol and some models with me sippin

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Made a couple changes to my flow

I ain't gotta tell you how it goes

They ain't making music any more

Cause the boy don' went and took it home alone

Got you singing all my songs again, no way

You noticed but you tripping don't pretend. Floating

Got you on some lean and herb again

Hold me I can't feel my face again zoning

Oh yeah (x4)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I got broads out in gidi

They got me acting so reckless

I got broads out in cali

But I won't mention their names yet

I got broads in the capital

They sip the lean and stay faded

They like to pop as they waiting

For me to tell em' I made it

I got boards in your city

I got broads who ain't sleeping

I got words for the feeling

They got me feeling belated

They got me feeling so hated

They got me feeling so loved

‎Like I got potential for something

That a potential ‎induction

I got broads ‎out in london

I got broads ‎out in Michigan

I got broads here in Baze

I got broads in The Nile

‎I got boards in your city (x4)