[Hook]

Don't come down, things will always work out

Don't come down, things will always work out

Don't come down, things will always work out

So when you find yourself in pieces

[Verse 1]

As a child I was foul

Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out your mouth

(Daddies ain't shit)

You would fuss, cuss 'til your blood pressure was up

Then give up and slouch on the couch and drink your liquor

("Fuck you boy")

A hard-headed nigga I was, quick temper

Short attention span not attending class

What a dummy, I would run over you honey

You confront me and say "Obie you no longer have a Mommy

Don't use my phone, don't even eat my food

Matter of fact, don't speak" and it was just me and you

In the house, with that mouse and them traps and that gat

Waiting on the day for you to pull the trigger back

[Hook]

Don't come down, things will always work out

Don't come down, things will always work out

Don't come down, things will always work out

So when you find yourself in pieces

[Verse 2]

"You trying to kill me boy, that's what you wanna do kill me?"

Ma you're not feeling me, the beef is not that drastic

"Weed blasted bastard, you're lying (You're lying!)

You tuck plastic freezer bags with dope inside of em"

She knew, but she hated that it was true

"I done raised two boys, I can do away with you"

The locks changed, and the nights got colder

I'm slanging boulders, looking like a boulder toker

But fuck it, I'm the Obster, I'm down for mines Ma

She ride by my corner like, "I'm not gonna cry

I would not reap the pain of watching my youngest man

On the corner slanging 'cane, I'm calling the cops"

[Hook]

Don't come down, things will always work out

Don't come down, things will always work out

Don't come down, things will always work out

So when you find yourself in pieces

[Verse 3]

Ma, even though I left the house wrong

Seventeen years old on my own, using these streets as my home

There's no need to prolong this beef dear, I love you

Ms. Eleanor Trice I place no one above you

You the reason when I hustle, I knew to stack

The reason when I opened up mics I knew to rip

The ethics you enstored in this hectic young brother

Rubbed off after all, now look at your boy

When they ask about me now you won't just put your head down

Straighten up Ma, you can smile now proud

Everything's kosher with the boasterest Obster

Let's get closer, so regrets never approach us

[Hook]

Don't come down, things will always work out

Don't come down, things will always work out

Don't come down, things will always work out

So when you find yourself in pieces

Don't come down, things will always work out

Don't come down, things will always work out

Don't come down, things will always work out

So when you find yourself in pieces