Lyrics:
Shawty going to bus it down, if you spending that cash
Break out them bills yeah she’s use to the class
Keep the work on game while she pushing it
Say a prayer for the ones we leave behind, say a prayer for us all
Come take my hand now and hold on tight
Take one last look at that wall
Think
some green when you need
I ran a mile for the team, now I'm the man with the meat
With some men you can meet if you smart and you sweet
Got a hot idea,
dedicate this one to all
Those who feel underestimated
And overpowered by
Pessimistic nobodies
Uptight appetite for a distinguished
Career jealousy pioneers
LexNour good evening
Over the course of the next 10 minutes I will
Submit my application for the next rap god
Enjoy the festivities my name is Dax
the cause, what should I work for
I will never stop, never take one pause
Yeah, that's just me when I work for the cause
When I'm on top be a round
way farther
Well
If you won't work for Heaven go to Hell
Time ticks and I'm finished waiting
Back in the days I was wavering
But now I believe in my own
waiting for the big score
Gotta be the lottery this money that you're running thru
Hit the jackpot when your treasure right in front of you
Send em off
the line)
I'm gonna beat it on down the line
I'll be waiting at the station, Lord
When that train pulls on by
And I'm going back where I belong
And now I'm
to train, so many ways
And I'm amazed, but not amused as such
We all brothers but some of us gettin caught in the clutch
Another, day go by another, day's
would pay a million dollars for a train at midnight
To Philadelphia to sleep by your side
A million miles from Atlanta to Greenpoint Avenue
I travel
sell some hard
To a bitch to sell her car
To a nigga for this job
(Work)
We on some shit that make you wanna take a rope
Tape of the scene suicide is no
the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats
And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by
Fourteen junkies too weak to work
One sells diamonds for what they're worth
Down on pain street, disappointment lurks
Son, don't be home too late
Fourteen junkies too weak to work
One sells diamonds for what they're worth
Down on pain street, disappointment lurks
Son, don't be home too late
suspicious by your awkward glances
I'm not sorry that we took our chance
Now you're heads a bit of a mess
I'm gonna put it down to success
I'll be waiting for
Bzzz.... Bzzz....
Hi, hello, Miss Sweeney?
Could you please come in my office for a second?
I'm heading home for the day
And I thought it'd be
Bzzz.... Bzzz....
Hi, hello, Miss Sweeney?
Could you please come in my office for a second?
I'm heading home for the day
And I thought it'd be
I was headed for the road
The road that runs that way
And I, I see the train
The trains don't run to Brasilia
I walked through the fields
I wanna stack me some racks
Can't get my mind off the hundreds
Can't get my mind off the hustle
Dollars ain't waiting for nothing
I wanna stack me
waiting for the morning
Everything is okay now
It creeped up on me but i'll be okay now
Gave me no warning, the skies are all grey now
I'm sure i'll
better for every man Oo
Every woman
Everybody
Bambi Allah no go dey
Oritzefemi
How people go do the work wey no dey?
How you wan make dem show the love
My pulse is always racing
As we look out upon the sea
The coast is always changing
And though it saddens me to stay
I'm still waiting for that day
toys are for boys, men don't need mattel
Objects to manipulate and sell
The women or the girls whichever name flip your curl
Acts for nonsense delivered
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