Show Me What You're Working With

Yeah, show me what you're working with

Oh my, homie went and hurt a hip

Mmm-mmm-mmm, tell your mom we at the church

All your music dead, so we pull up in a hearse, like, uh

Show me what you're working with

Oh my, homie went and hurt a hip

Mmm-mmm-mmm, tell your mom we at the church

All your music dead, so we pull up in a hearse, like, uh

When I was a tyke, I gave him my life

So my whole life shine for the next one

I've been asking God, "Can You use me for Your glory?"

Said I got I story for Seth, huh

I was insecure, I would hide behind doors

I was living my life in the depths once

I thought, "Who can use me when I only use You?"

Then I heard God saying

Yeah, show me what you're working with

Oh my, homie went and hurt a hip

Mmm-mmm-mmm, tell your mom we at the church

All your music dead, so we pull up in a hearse, like, uh

Show me what you're working with

Oh my, homie went and hurt a hip

Mmm-mmm-mmm, tell your mom we at the church

All your music dead, so we pull up in a hearse, like, uh

Pull up to the spot, new era on top

New snare mix pop in the pocket

People knock at the studio, and I'm feeling groovy

So let 'em hear this beat that I rock with

Heads nod, and so I know I did my job right

PEABOD and HF making bops like

It's the last time, but it's not the last time

This my favorite pastime, do it big like Halftime

Yeah, show me what you're working with

Oh my, homie went and hurt a hip

Mmm-mmm-mmm, tell your mom we at the church

All your music dead, so we pull up in a hearse, like, uh

Show me what you're working with

Oh my, homie went and hurt a hip

Mmm-mmm-mmm, tell your mom we at the church

All your music dead, so we pull up in a hearse, like, uh

Working the crowd, keeping it loud, we're showing out tonight

Yeah, yeah

Hop out the Benz, tell all my friends, this ain't the end, I'ma dance all night

I'm bringing the crew, fresh from the stu', up on the roof tonight

Yeah, this is a vibe, don't want it to end

We do what we do, and we do it again

Yeah, show me what you're working with

Oh my, homie went and hurt a hip

Mmm-mmm-mmm, tell your mom we at the church

All your music dead, so we pull up in a hearse, like, uh

Show me what you're working with

Oh my, homie went and hurt a hip

Mmm-mmm-mmm, tell your mom we at the church

All your music dead, so we pull up in a hearse, like, uh

When I was a tyke, I gave him my life

So my whole life shine for the next one

I've been asking God, "Can You use me for Your glory?"

Said I got I story for Seth

Uh, ah, ah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah