Lyrics:
real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by the pain,
Mix A.P.C. with the Acne
I got my girl and she ride with her daddy
I gotta get all my shit straight
Makin’ money like I’m Mitch, man
I’ve been workin
Yeah, if you don't know who this is, I go by Mr. Dynamic Vision
Let's get it
Shawty is a baller, she a caller
Workin' hard for the almighty dollar
score
Workin' for the bad guys
Cowboy number one, a born again poor man's son
Workin' for the bad guys
When two tribes go to war
A point is all
you sing
You got some grit in your blood, so tell me son, where you from
I said I'm
c hard workin man I was raised by the sea
There's whole lot of boys
Verse One: Masta Ase
I'm surrounded, by psychopathic, little fellas
Ghetto dwellas
With ammunition in their cellas
And no remorse in their hearts
Born the middle son
Of a farmer
And a small town
Southern man
Like his daddy's
Daddy before him
Brought up
Workin' on the land
Fell in love
Yo, man they be like
cce - what you doin'?
Why you keep doin' this?
Where - where you goin'?
I be like
High Grade - catch that contact I be right
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
You can tell a lot about a man
By the woman he loves
'Cause nothing else shows a part of his soul
Like she does
And she'd be the one to swear
She's got dinner on the table at seven
The kids are tucked in bed by nine-fifteen
And she's headed for a hotel at eleven
To meet a man her family's
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
Product of a Working Man
Written by: Dewayne House
Publisher: MACKIEDUWAYNEMUSICBMI
The first steering wheel I ever got to hold,
Was in that
peace
Got us lookin forward to the first and the fifteenth
When you workin nine to five you feel so low
When you gotta hustle, man that shit is no joke
feels like a gold mine
Wussup? Let's get it
I'm up man to just hit it
Only way is you fuck with it
Let's talk later when you get it
Cause I'm workin' more
heart to an old beat-up guitar
It never left my arms till I was almost grown
I had to try my hand as a workin' man tried to be my daddy's son
But my
etiquette
I'm definitely very inspired by that, man
I appreciate you and everything you do
Shout out to Gonzalo
Shout out to motherfuckin' Malcolm
Nigga, who
(Girl you fly)
(Yeah you know it too)
(Workin' overtime)
(But I wanna spend time with you)
(Girl you fly)
(Yeah you know it too)
(Workin' overtime)
They saw us comin'
Man we standing on top
They can’t do shit about it brah
When you see me pull up in your hood
Man better know I ain’t cappin' nah
throw it back so steady
Are you ready, breathin' heavy
Time movin' slow but you throw it back so steady
This shit sound like pac man, this shit sound like
grandma house
Grab it right from my brother house
I'm trapped out
Workin' like a bitch
Cause I'm trapped out
Twerkin' with the clique
I got kicked up by my
You lackin', how you let a nigga take your shit
It's dat passion, got a nigga workin' nine to six
I past shit, I ain't tryna keep a crazy bitch
We
on the corner
Singing out headlines
And a fiddler selling pencils
The sign reads: Help the blind
Comin' up the lane callin'
Workin' while the rain's
stop
Man a milly aint enough
I stay on the grind
For each and every dime
They say time is money
Im workin overtime
I see it in they face
All them bitches
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