Breakdown

Yeah, ayy I'm doin' yoga, stretchin' it, pep in my step and shit Inhale, exhale in the movement Lately the only way I be endin' my day Is to take a mat and then lay on it Wake and think on what you grateful for Well, today I woke up and I ain't in a coma It's simple as that intuition intact And she wanna know what I'm thinking of, okay I'm thinking of me and you getting out I'm thinking next year get a bigger house My homies did stretches, they sit 'em down They been at home but they different now Any moment sentimental now When you with the niggas who was missing out I was blessed, I had the city out Asking show promoters,"What's the ticket count?" Do tadasana, just to talk to ya I'm an introvert, but I'm popular How the office look? My only goal was to keep my mama out her pocketbook Look at me and say take a chance (take a chance) Like a barber with shaky hands (shaky hands) We ain't did shit but it's a plan to thank you in advance What's really going on? She want to get me on the phone Where the fit come from? It's a mystery I mean, really I don't know She went through hella shit alone She want to play a couple songs (make her say) I wanna know what I need you for I wanna know what I need you for Isn't this all the same? When I heard her complain, she say "I wanna know what I need you for" "Baby, tell me what I need you for" I know you do, what do I got to prove? Because I wanna know, baby, I wanna know you too Gold chain on Darryl Dawkins Leveled up like one of the final bosses She want link like the sources on research for her courses I'm Godzilla on the Empire State West side wizard, we're en route They hear me loud and clear now Ball in my court, call a ISO, clear out My uncles got beer guts, I don't fear much I'm dipped like French toast sticks in syrups Walk like I'm in the league I made a winery out of hydrants in the street Like Christ, I wash my enemies' feet Let 'em step wrong and they amputees Cash in hand, know it'll be a causality So I'm runnin' up the band like an athlete But carefully No man is a God, fall short to creator like Khaled streams She let me explore like Sacagawea while she was off a sack of weed Still treated her like majesty Accolades are on track by a magazine Twenty-one questions she asking me Yet she still wanna know one more thing What's really going on? She want to get me on the phone Where the fit come from? It's a mystery I mean, really I don't know She went through hella shit alone She want to play a couple songs (make her say) I wanna know what I need you for I wanna know what I need you for Isn't this all the same? When I heard her complain, she say "I wanna know what I need you for" "Baby, tell me what I need you for" I know you do, what do I got to prove? Because I wanna know, baby, I wanna know you too