(Amarieyo: "I use to be rotting,
In my room, In Ohio, playing video games, smoking weed everyday.
Now I'm playing- I'm getting paid to play mini-golf right now, drinking Gatorade
In Florida wit my parents
Making music
Wit the greatest people bruh Owen bout to be here bruh
If god isn't real
Then this whole thing has to be a dream")
Will it all work out?
Will it all work out?
Will it all work out?
Will it all work out?
(Yeah, Im wondering will it work out?!)
Will it all work out?
(I'm wondering will it work out?!)
Will it all work out?
(Im wondering will it work out?)
Will it all work out?
(I'm just wondering if it'll work out)
Will it all work out?
Am I gon make it, Am I gon do everything that I said I would
Chop sing like Nina Simone, Don't Let it Be Misunderstood
She all on my, what, nah, I won't say it, sum like "Sporting Goods"
Tarantino flick, how Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, huh,
me and Gang was riding round,
With the windows down
Got my name up in yo mouth, learn how it's pronounced
I remember wondering if it would all work out
And now I'm gon take over music when I move down south
Wit SCHLACK! - uh
Me and gang we back
Everybody talking on the boy need my respect - huh -
Better bring me my money, bring me my check
Choppa pop out, it dispensing like a PEZ stick
N why he talking on my bank with no investments
Kendrick Lamar car, it doing 80 in the Section
RIP to Bis Markley, he taught me one thing
If she keep you to the side, then you is Just A Friend then
Will it all work out?
Will it all work out?
Will it all work out?
Will it all work out?
(Yeah, Im wondering will it work out?!)
Will it all work out?
(I'm wondering will it work out?!)
Will it all work out?
(Im wondering will it work out?)
Will it all work out?
(I'm just wondering if it'll work out)
Will it all work out?
I'm wondering will it
I talked to God, and he provided eyes, I saw the vision
Know I gotta stop relying on the pot and on the drinking
Every moment that I pray it's own miniature intervention
To the lord
To the lord above
Use the force
How I'm the chosen one
On discord
They use to clown my songs
Now I count paper like brochures
Made outta hunnid bucks
Why they talking on the boy
Yea, why they tryna make a fuss
We pulled over his convoy
And sent the shipment to our plug
I feel like a Viceroy
But got power of a Sovereign
I ain't tryna make nobody proud
except my Dad and Mom
and Big Sis
Yeah
And my best friends
The number's shortened over time, but that's a good thing
I had to realize who really in it for me
and anybody who was faking? history