Aye, aye
Let the child, play in the sand
Let the child, play in the sand
Oh, come my child, play in the sand
Oh, come my child, play in the sand
I'd like to thank God, He saved my momma (amen)
I cried every night making this album
I used to be a dirty motherf*cker
I prayed every night to do the numbers
I'm special and that's a fact
And when I die I pray I turn into sand
I went from Jabaroo to Vans
Now Balenciagas coming by the mail
They tried to kill me
They failed
I guess my death not even God's plan
Record deals, in the mail
Man I mize that shit like I got a plan, yeah
What's the plan?
What's the plan, Jo?
What's the plan, Jo?
What's the plan, Jo?
Say
Say
When I die
I pray I turn to sand
When I die
I pray I turn to sand
When I die
I pray I turn to sand
What's the plan
What's the plan
What's the plan
What's the plan man
What's the plan