Lyrics:
Work work work work
Yeah you know I got that work
I'm why baby mamas leave
I'm why baby fathers kirk
Made it big with gogo
And I made it with
to pick some
Things up from the town
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Bobby, that Whitney
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Lindsay Lohan, that Kirk
hearin' Jay-Z shout out that nigga Dame (it was)
Fat Joe vs. Ja Rule wasn't as special
They said Ja won but Joe was super disrespectful (he was)
Lets
to goddamned Joe
For cleaning the bus, we cussed, caps were bust
On us, Joe should have adjust to the goddamn musk
We were the Christmas and Joe Damn was merry
the hands
I ain't kirk nah
But i got the choppa on the stand
Let it work uhhh
I just came from dirt into these bands
Joe dirt uhh
You can get the squirt fuck
the church
I'm down wit TD Jakes and Kirk Franklin
Better have my offerin' plate filled wit' franklins
Blasphemy, I got niggas that'll blast for me
Ribs
Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound
Like, "You, give me the cash, you, put the hot dog down"
I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before
old
Don't it make you feel low, Joe?
Don't it make you feel mean, Jean?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourselves?
Don't it make you feel small
walkin' awkward
Rappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk
Go bezerk on the beat, machine work
'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna
old
Don't it make you feel low, Joe?
Don't it make you feel mean, Jean?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small,
year old.
Don't it make you feel low, Joe
Don't it make you feel mean. Gene
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself
Don't it make you feel small
the church
I'm down wit TD Jakes and Kirk Franklin
Better have my offerin' plate filled wit' franklins
Blasphemy, I got niggas that'll blast for me
Ribs
ever had a job at Trader Joe’s, felt like we was winning anytime we ate at Joe’s, Now a Nigga hot dog they hate it though, T-Mo The Greatest hoe, I still
won't dick ride for my spot, lil Joe, we family nigga, you know we all we got
manman, my brother, promise you twin, you help me out
We keep going, we gon'
who's Kirk?
Left a message on my machine said you didn't come to work
You're AWOL from the job, plus who's Rob?
The way you're acting, I think you've
room for treasures on the back of a hearse
I'm GP, I'm gods property
Shout out to the nigga Uncle Kirk
The day that thang rangs nigga
I hope we all
from the days of the RUN JOE
Hope my city don't choke on the gunsmoke
K-I-L-L
M-O-E
Don't get no sleep
Percs, Xannies
Scramble eggs
Eagles birds
Randle
to run the ship like I'm Captain Kirk
Trying to expand our parameters, y'all are amateurs
My family is on the caliber of a bunch of Gallagher's
Joe G
Your heart isnt in it so you dont know you worth
The heart in your bars smaller than charlie kirks smirk
Put one to his dome, said this lines for
to the moon
In outer space I'm Captain Kirk and she's Spock
With my baby girl, jacking on my beanstalk
Take you to my room, feel the heat as our lips lock
Turn
time playlist on the way to school to wake me and Joe up, woah
Time move faster when I'm getting older damn I don't want to grow up, no
Will Co was
feeling like red shirt
Mud for the show no joe dirt
Feeling like shit but my flow burnt
I love god but im not Kirk
Doing it all for the franklins
Never too
with me, cause I'm Kirk in the back
When I'm sipping on drink, I be slurring the rap
Man, I'm bitch-hand shit, I'm trying to fuck on her back
Bitch,
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