Lyrics:
Ace what up man
You already know what it is man
Mo city man
Bands
Glen 5 man
Aw yeah
Yeah
Workin' that O.T
This for the grammy
This is for LMT
This
you take four?"
Poor boy - never say die
Things will be all right by and by
Workin' like on the mainline, workin' like the devil
The game is the same
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
it is necessary
If you wanna get by, see a white man's world
Pull a black man's eyes, gotta get that green
You know what I mean, play ball, rap, sing
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
the weekend, workin' for the weekend
I pull a forty hour week every week plus some overtime
That big boss man keeps a pushin' me to the line
I keep
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe
Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
Yeah, yeah, payback man
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy
roll by
Groovin' to the bass line
Always workin' never waste time
Might just take five
For a drive
Steady cruisin' through the bayside
Pretty fly for
Young nigga workin 9-5
I been out here really on one
Bills coming but I'm getting by
Another day of running funds up
Sorry momma but I'm getting high
Been workin my ass off, been puttin wheels to asphalt
Now new wheels, and new keys
Man it feels like I'm off bath salts
Now bath robes all soft
I aint got it all together by a lot
But imperfections qualify me for the spot
Another day another mercy knuckle up
I know that God still cookin' up
Top of the game, man I spit the hottest of flames
All you soundin' the same, I swear you be crowding the lanes
So ima stay in mine like you and me
here shootin' for the stars
I still got a long way to go
And I'm workin' overtime
Tell 'em buckle up enjoy the ride
I still got a long way to go
And I
Shawty want a ryda and I be rydin'
Know she see me shinin' cause I be grindin'
Always workin hard yeah I put the time in
Bitch I call the shots I'm
Smokin on a plane, in the clouds like a Jet Blue
Checkin’ all the bags like it’s Hartsfield-Jackson
Workin’ with a scale everyday cuz the rent due
I bought a scooter and I rented a shack
Out in the sun, by the railroad track
I got a job and I'm a-breakin' my back
Workin' and workin' for the big
cleaned The glass
There's gonna be days when you Hatin life man
Always talkin about ya burdens and Wishin for the greener grass
But you can make changes, if
like every rapper I'm inspired by
I'm flying high, past you and your ride or die
And I got mine, 5'5 with some fire thighs, damn
Man stop acting like
you practicin', nigga
Three sealers, four counters, we be workin
If he get hit with this shit right here, you mind well close his curtain
I just put
I heard it's lonely at the top, shit I'm lonely at the bottom
Made a promise to my brother at sixteen, I said I got em
Now we workin' on our craft,
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