Would you stay by my side when I'm working on me? Hey I understand it's hard when none of this is your fault But I'm hoping you don't leave Would you stay by my side (would you?) When I'm working on me? (When I'm working on me?) Hey I'm unlearning some things, I don't expect you to stay But I'm hoping you don't leave (but I'm hoping you don't leave), yeah And all I can say, I'm committed to change Things I learned growing up, but you don't have to wait Sorry, baby, I'm falling, falling, falling down And that's why I'm calling, calling, calling now for you Boo-hoo, childhood trauma Fucked-up dad and a fucked-up mama Taught me that love means drama Hostility was the problem solver Except nothin' ever got solved Go figure, tryna reconfigure my brain I'm triggered by arguments Reactive, I'm on defense 'Course my girl is on defense ('Course my girl is on defense) ('Course my girl is on defense) ('Course my girl is on defense) ('Course my girl is on defense) ('Course my girl is on defense) ('Course my girl is on defense) ('Course my girl is on defense) Would you stay by my side when I'm working on me? Hey I understand it's hard when none of this is your fault But I'm hoping you don't leave Would you stay by my side (would you?) When I'm working on me? (When I'm working on me?) Hey I'm unlearning some things, I don't expect you to stay But I'm hoping you don't leave (but I'm hoping you don't leave), yeah And all I can say, I'm committed to change Things I learned growing up, but you don't have to wait Sorry, baby, I'm falling, falling, falling down And that's why I'm calling, falling, calling now for you (Calling you, oh, yeah, yeah) Put up with my shit, huh Fixed to a real misfit, huh You been too legit through the times I had you tired and sick When we really coulda split, uh I'm under construction, I see the foundation You holdin' us up like a beam, I'm sorry Who would have known that my past would haunt me? I should have known that this change would cost me It's Wednesday night, and I'm lookin' for a flight I can make it to your side by the p.m. I spend more time, and I make up for the time I treated the love like a per diem I bottled a lot of my pain And mixed it with things I couldn't explain and then, I sip I tried to contain, but then I flip, shit Would you stay by my side when I'm working on me? Hey I understand it's hard when none of this is your fault But I'm hoping you don't leave Would you stay by my side (would you?) When I'm working on me? (When I'm working on me?) Hey I'm unlearning some things, I don't expect you to stay But I'm hoping you don't leave (but I'm hoping you don't leave), yeah And all I can say, I'm committed to change Things I learned growing up, but you don't have to wait Sorry, baby, I'm falling, falling, falling down And that's why I'm calling, calling, calling now for you I'm falling, falling down Calling now for you, waiting for me All I ever did was let you down

Hey, I got a feeling that under that dress You got the kind of body 'd make the innocent confess. It'd be a crime if I went home tonight without seeing it, aw, seeing it. Come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Well the music is loud and the dance floor is jumpin' Back it up baby and show me a little somethin', somethin'. We both know that you got it; there 'aint no use in hidin' it Come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Aw shake it up girl; I'm 'bout to blow a fuse. Break it down and give me somethin' I can use The way you bump and grind and swivel them hips, Put a little bit of that with a little bit of this. You're a real fire box honey, just about hot as it gets. Aw yeah. So come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Ugh. I 'aint hard up, honey, I've been around. I met some might fine fillies in this one-horse town. But you got me thinkin' I 'aint seen nothing yet. Aw, nothin' yet. So, come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Shake it up girl; I'm 'bout to blow a fuse. Back it up and give me something I can use. The way you bump and grind and swivel them hips, Put a little bit of that with a little bit of this. You're a real fire box honey, just about hot as it gets. Aw yeah. Come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Aw yeah, So come on, pretty mama show me what you're workin' with. Aw, aw yeah.

Take your heart, don't let me break it in two I'm sure that I could possibly do nothin' for you I'm nearly on the edge I'm 'bout to jump in the fuel I'm really not afraid of nothin' Look on everything I gave everything and got nothing back Ain't looking for no pat on backs That ain't how we got where the fuck we at Mama call, "Where the fuck you at?" "On the road, and I ain't coming back Until my hundred stacks make a hundred racks And that hundred racks bring a bundle back" I was blowin' gas like the Honey Badger J.I.D, bitch, the money snatcher C'est la vie, shit I'm coming after everybody Don't get the bloody splatter I'm fly and I got my niggas fly too Shit is like buddy passes I wanna cry cause I'm numb inside If you wonder why, ask, "What's the matter?" 'Cause I been working hella hard Shit ain't really working out I been praying to the Lord Shit ain't really working out I been looking to the stars Keep my head up in the clouds Shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out Quiet Don't explain What is there to gain Shit, shit ain't really working out Now I got a little bread Got my niggas working outta town Baby your ass fat, shit I can see you working out, hoo And you got a new job? Tell me, how that shit working out? Heard you doing pretty good Yeah, people talk, word of mouth Wasn't 'round when you had the dirty house Now they won't leave when you kick 'em out These type of people can't stick around Only down when there's Liquor 'round or the spliff around That's why I don't fuck with niggas now Well I fuck with all my niggas You know the difference You been living with tunnel vision You and all of your friends are Like wonder women, Wonder Woman Working for it if you ever wanted something Searching for a purpose, I see what you on the Difference in how you be using your gifts In the midst of the shit that you dealing with Really specific, you paid attention, panoramic Got the vision like a fer-de-lance You attack and you kill it Sinkin' your teeth with the venom Kinda like me with these instrumentals Or the pen and the pencil Or off the pimpin' since been pimpin' Keep it sensible Since you winning you a object of ridicule Objects appearing closer than you ready for Obviously you don't know what's ahead But that's the reason you can work 'til you dead I been working hella hard Shit ain't really working out I been praying to the Lord Shit ain't really working out I been looking to the stars Keep my head up in the clouds Shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out C'mon bruh, come to the booty club one time Throw some of that Dreamville money Throw some of that Dreamville money At these hoes, bruh They got dreams too, nigga They got shit to do too nigga They got dreams too bruh bruh Y'all Dreamville-uh aye aye, aye aye, uh uh Next time you see that nigga J. Cole bruh You tell that nigga the same thing man I fuck with y'all niggas bro Why that nigga J. Cole Got all this money, look like he 'bout to Borrow somebody charger or something "C'mon bruh, let me get your charger bruh Let me get my shit to uh, uh 10% percent And I'll give this shit back to you bruh bruh" C'mon bruh flex some of that Dreamville money, let me see it

(Al Geno on the track) Yeah, yeah, huh What the fuck they thought, nigga? (What the fuck they thought?) I just jumped up out the fuckin' vault, nigga (go), huh Niggas singin' like Diana Ross, nigga (su!) I don't wanna hear no sorry for my loss, nigga Fuck it, do some, I just put my roof on it (put that house on it) I don't give a fuck about no big homie (fuck 'em) No Huncho, no, fuck it, I'm back on it (chill out) Everybody know just how we act on it (go) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh) Ain't gon' run, I got that strap on me (grah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? Honey bun, can you do somethin' for me? (Do somethin') Can you go automatic just for me? (Frrt, frrt) Tommy gun, can you do somethin' for me? (Su!) Can you call Al Capone for me? (Brrt, brrt, yeah) I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (say what?) I got a, I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (uh, get out) How can I come outside, without no mask on? (How?) They wanna see my emotions, I ain't smilin' at all (fuck 'em) I bought a bulletproof Humvee, it could take down a wall (skrrt) Tactical mechanics end up paying off (brrt) They don't want me talkin' like this gangster, at all (uh, uh) They'd rather see me on TV playin' basketball (fuck that), huh Hell nah (hell nah), fuck all that (fuck it), huh I'm back, no more Hollywood, just bring me back (hi), huh I just got a hundred bricks like hack a shack (bando), huh 2014, Huncho is back Honeybun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, frrt, huh (Honeybun, Al Capone), yeah Tommy gun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (what?) Can you call Al Ca-? (Al Capone, brrt) Huh, huh, huh, Huncho