Lyrics:
that work
Most people hate to work
Up late night, paperwork
Sun fall, sun rise
Grateful I got another day to work
I paved a way for work, put my niggas
we was ready to work in a go-go bar
One two three four
Let's see if you've got some more!
People seemed to like our song
They got up 'n danced 'n
finna make me feel bad
You ain't finna make me feel
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
She like when I rap
She like when I sing
Yeah, my fuckin' songs got
the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make
the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make
every scene by heart,
they all went by so fast
If he's passin' back this way,
I'm not that hard to find
Tell him he can look me up if he's got
Mcs na who you be trying to contest with me
When am on the M i c dema go be in the remedies say that can go and I go on and on
And I can keep the party
to my flat"
And when we wake up, never had a feeling like that
I got a reason, so man, put that record on again
I don't want to hear sad songs
bitch that’s all we ever do
And we put on for the City
All of Portland fucken with me
Circle small man we don’t switch up the Crew
Got your wifey by my
a stain on your heart
But that ain't all me
Obviously you feeling no fault by the way you called me out like
You said I made it seem like everything was
the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make
with a Spanish accent
Twice her age and I'm actin' half it (haha)
Grow up? Nah, not that I know of, y'all
Basement just got a frickin' overhaul
Got
Let's do it
Yeah whoa
Back in effect hell a stressed find it hard to rest
When you create your own lane who guarding up
Yeah I heard ya lil song
I've done some dumb shit, and I'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But
I've done some dumb shit, and I'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But
I could go through two-week
Things where I could just get fucked
Up and then explore that
And then be done with that when I got
Over it then make some
them all (don't be jealous)
I'm the best in LA in LA
Or wherever the fuck that you stay
It's all copastetic
Hip-hop no longer face Armageddon
Call me
up dead
Am I happy or just content
Does the perimeter around me really matter
Or is it that I'm a restless nomad and my soul's been scattered
All over
out on my own
Swear I had to leave out on my own I mean that no food make own my own I mean that
While tryna make another song and sing that
While tryna
You never seen the police break up a strike
By hittin the BOSS with his baton pipe
And you ain't never gon' see one
But when we take over it's
enough
I'm up to here
With that kind of stuff
I should be taller
Or less tall
Got no experience
Or I've had them all
I've got opinions
But I know nothing
bleed, fuck the feed, hopin' they all remember me
Enemies, we all got 'em, only ones that are from the bottom
Who I love, place no one above, none above
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
up with the times, and then
Yo, and then it moved from five or six songs, shit
Nah, nah, it wasn't even that
I hit you with ten joints at first
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