[Intro]
Your heart pounds with precision
A king dies inside his courts
Your heart pounds with precision
A king dies inside these doors
Let it all work out (x4)

[Verse 1]
Man
She asked me when you come into my college
Cause she's all about it
I said its 40,000
Dollars she ain't got em'
She begs her parents constantly
She got A's in all her classes
But I know she wants the D
Look at your kid do the math
Running over the game while you taking a nap
Vehicular manslaughter when they give me the rap
Probably gonna need a miracle to mirror me back
Make fans, move units
Tim Taylor that's home improvement
Cameras follow me everywhere
But don't call me Truman
Resume is like a Rubik's Cube
Cause it's hard to use
And I'm hardly using my brain
Fans screaming my name dog
Well that feeling's always insane
The band wagon bout to leave the station
So hop right on to that train
Always motivated my love
Never motivated by fame
Blink once it's like what's my age
They stressing off of my accolades
People tell me I'm doing great
But honestly I just can't relate ( I just can't relate)
And I'm going through some shit that got me stressing now
But like my homies told me
Let it all work out