Lyrics:
he'll regret he left a star that was more
But I can't change a thing about my life
And even if I could, I wouldn't be here by your side
Let's mark all our
Of my daughter's wedding (boss)
They hanging on by a thread
That's irony cause I floss
Got diamonds all in my watch
And a background in my socks
They
I know, know)
Walking by yourself like your soul is blind (What)
I know you working hard, put in the overtime (Put Work)
I'm in overdrive
'Cuz we
will work for you
©1999 by Rees Shad & Mark Rabin & Shadville Music
(put) in (in) work (work)
After (after) she (she) scrubbed (scrubbed) the dirt
Big (big) pipe (pipe), I'ma (I'ma) slang (slang)
Break your back
'Til
of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so
hot shit c'mon
All my niggas in the place, all my bitches in the place
C'mon, c'mon, let's get to it
Let's get to it, let's get to it
All my niggas
the wealth
I sit and I write by myself
I lay and I dream bout a Grammy on the shelf
I stick and I move on my way to the wealth
Rewrite the script if that shit
the distance
Now it's time I run things my way
Flip your coin and place your bets
On your marks, get ready, set
Go
Making waves, I'm due to splash
my mark, please don't think I just pop corks
Got these voices in my head screamin', can't believe they're not hoarse
Bitch I've been a beast since
na work
Bro i don stress sute mark fuck stretch mark
Ma money be don long before i enter Rap
Ma flow di ever dope like ei toast fak
Give me charge what
loosing patience
Yeah Fights leads into conversations
We are surrounded by inspiration
Cheah
And I'm feeling abit lazy
Locked up in my mind
Paul Kelly who's
Steady grinding like facts
We too strong, we like that
Adon hustle ooh, way back
Now i'm chilling in my Maybach
Adon work
Adon mark
We don waaah
We dey
my love, by the inches
With a ruler, you continue to break
And it's getting cold outside
Chorus
You're giving me stitches and scars,
You leave
It's gonna take a lifetime to forget who you are
I don't wanna think about you, but I've gone too far
Yeah you like to leave a mark, yeah you left
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty-four seven
Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right
A rude awakening, and, but now I'm alert
And that's right down my line of work
The whole
to the point where the mind work mechanical
Or works by remote control
It was done to all of us, they tapped directly into our soul
Either it's sing-sing,
high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get live, nigga
[LD]
Hot damn hoe here we go again (Let's Go)
My God damn flow buries
to intervene
on any one given angle
to any one given scene.
My name's Mark, I go to Uni and College,
don't socialise that much,
I just revise and build
to the lost, our work is profound
Rewarded by his grace, he came to fix the broke
Double A A, he an ace, suitin' up the yoke
But his yoke is light, two bros, two
Regrets, like ghost,
I Close my eyes, but I can still see them
I ain't no Rookie, no pussy, no mark, no wussy
Please God, don't push me,
This ain't my
so green, it's a thousand dollar site
Sleeping great, six figures by my nightstand
Yeah, I could've sold work
But I always liked scams
Bagging gifties
and make your mark. Pull on your boots and march.
Then roll on and meet me where you'll find me doing my own part.
Roll out your dented car. Maybe it won't
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