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"Uh, I'm alive. I'm alive. Shit"
"You better stop talking about that future!
Master Slawstrips gonna come get you!"
(Let's go)
Making moves real smooth the back streets
Oh snap, you can't tax me nor ask me
How I get mine
I stay on my grind
Stay in that field daily
(Just trying to feel a - find a melody for this shit)
(Get it, get it, get it, get it)
Find a melody, find a groove
Say my twos, say my ones
What is goin on lil dude?
Rise like buns in the oven
I'm making funds
And I'm doing this shit for fun
What you know?
Chillin with my homies and smoking a ton
Boo-boo, document my life
What is goin on, my G?
You knowing it's me
It's a fucking prophecy
Yeah, alright
(Don't get mad because we want to make money
We never had money)
I been slaving in the field all god damn day, dog
(field all god damn day, baby)
I think it's time to get my god damn pay
(Pay, pay, pay)
Tell master come here, I ain't no god damn slave
(Hey, yo, give me my freedom, ahhh)
I need my freedom
Oh snap, I'm going to see him
(Lets go!)
I got the gat on my side
And my n****s to my back
We bout to ride like Nat
(Yee-haw)
That's a fucking attack
(Yo, yo, yo)
Baby bubba, sit back and put on your seat strap
Ooh yeah, what is that?
I got a nice sack
(Heart attack?)
I be dreaming
(Ha ha ha)
Having crazy ass dreams and visions
(And visions of all things)
Of back in the days
(Big wheels)
Oh snap, I was a slave
Oh baby, I was like Django
(Work, work)
I was that n**** with that fly ass Kangol
(Get back to work)
Who would be
The fucking A-C-E
Oh yeah, shout out to Max P
That's my n***a that passed away
(That's my homey, RIP baby boy, RIP Kurt)
A couple of days ago
(Yeah)
Four years and you already know
Time flies
(Don't get mad if you don't want money)
Oh, oh, you're knowing its cool
When you're cooling with the tunny crew
I been in the field all god damn day
Steady working
Steady trying to
Stack a few in my bank
I ain't playin', I just put a finger up in the air
Rah-cah-cah
Sorry, I'm playing, I just do my damn thing
I been working, I been working
I been steady on the clock
Everybody trying to jock
I just be like nah
(More work)
Sorry, la-di-dah-di
In my mind
Rolling free
Because I'm working all the time
Steady working, steady working
All god damn day
In the field
Making crops
Making hella plays
(Hella plays)
All god damn day
(All god damn day)
Steady working, steady planning
In the god damn field
(Don't get mad if you don't want money
We never had money)
Oh, oh, you're knowing its cool
When you're cooling with the tunny crew
(Chilling with The Tunny Crew)
(Work, work)
Oh, oh, you're knowing its cool
(Don't get mad if you don't want money
We never had money)
Oh, oh, you're knowing its cool
When you're cooling with the tunny crew
Been workin in the field all god damn day
(Work, work)
And I'm tryna get mother fucking paid
(Get back to work)
I put in mad work
Yeah, I paid my dues
(More work)
Coming up, dog, and I'm so fucking true
(I need work)
Leveling up my salary
I went from cooking on Mallory
(Man, I'm tired)
Now, I'm in the CAN getting paid on demand
(Salary)
Oh yeah, girl go on and do your dance
And make it clap
You know, that that's a wrap
(Don't get mad if you don't want money
We never had money)
As I wipe the sweat off my god damn brow
(Ahh, eyes salty and burning)
Finna go up, finna go ham
(Whoo, whoo)
That's what I'm saying
(More work)
Finna go up, finna go ham
No pork, no spam
Finna go up, finna go ham
No pork, no spam
I been in the field all god damn day
Steady plotting, steady working for the god damn pay
Rain on me, blessings blessings
(Rain on me)
I just want to learn a lesson
How I could flip it up
Actualize
Then capitalize
(Equity, equity)
In the field all god damn day
"Y'all n****s ain't picking cotton fast enough cot dammit"
Picking corn
(Move it)
And I'm tired
(Hey)
I been working
And master say
Master say
We's gon be alright
But, I don't want to hear that
I need mine right now
I've been working
And I want this field
And I want that house
And I want that wagon
And them horses
I even want your bitch
You had a taste of my bitch
I know all these light-skinned
Mother fuckers running around
Ain't my kids
I want to f*ck that bitch too
It's time for us to run
Run free
Give us us free
Give us us free
Today's the day
I've had enough
You see these whips on my back
You see these scars on my feet and my hands
I been working all day in my shack
Mother fucker cut off my baby toe
And he clipped off my thumb finger nail
And I can't take this shit no more
Mother fucker, what they doing?
What they doin?
Slave master say he had something for me
What you got mother fucker?
I got something for you too
I got this revolver and six bullets for that ass
Mister slave master
Mister slave driver
Mister overseer
Police Officer

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