Lyrics:
hard, lonestar
Aim for the stars
It doesn't matter where you are
Nuke 'em hard
Your path is paved
And you'll be able to go far
You're every workin' man's
(rich bitch)
I bought my mama a ghost, like a Casper
Livin' life fast on a speed boat (Keed talk to 'em)
Yeah, I'm workin' by one, but got three more
know my jams
Today my son said, "Dad, let go my hand"
Reminded me one day he's gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he's equipped
I gotta
vendettas
I ain't ate right or took a pee
Waitin' for cheddar
Workin' late night, oh, it's just me
David the letter man
C'mon girl, get up come a little bit
the morning
Old-ass walls and shit
But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm workin'
Yeah, I'm workin', nigga
Look, it's the return
job, cause now you're on the nightshift
I got you workin on the nightshift
I got you workin on the nightshift
Check it out, I go by the name
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
Ay ay ay ay for as long as I remember
I've been tellin' y'all man to pull these n**** resumes
You better check up on me n****
These n****s be
Yeah uh
Sig
Let's go
Yeah, uh
Yeah
Yeah
Look
Y'all still sleeping, wake up
My pen been gettin' sharper
Yeah I been workin harder
But also workin
now, they lie down and get ran through
Nobody watches 'em clockin' the evil man do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin' victims screamin'
Guess
and it's hard to handle
When the bible says worship this by the scriptures written by man though
So when man destroys us the word might not stand so
Till
side
And I think that shorty I've got a thing for you, yeah
Doin' it on purpose, windin' and workin' it
I can tell by the way you lookin' at me, girl
I
around
Cause I don't come in like no lion just to go out like a lamb
I'm three times seven baby that makes twenty-one
Well I love on sight and I fly by
call collect
The service man he told me that my phone was workin' fine
And I have come to the conclusion trouble isn't with my line
I'm sure
Wondrin’ where my man is
He went away last morn
Workin’ in Lick Log Narrers
Runnin’ a moonshine still
Wish it wasn’t so risky
Over the lick log hill
before us brothers, so the devil workin' hard
Real family stick together and see through the mirage
The smokescreens, perceptions of false reality
Who
What's more important?
The money or the pain?
The message or the name?
The blessing or the blame?
What is the focus?
Things get crazy by the day
I've
now, they lie down and get ran through
Nobody watches 'em clockin' the evil man do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin' victims screamin'
Guess
I'm surrounded, by psychopathic, little fellas
Ghetto dwellas
With ammunition in their cellas
And no remorse in their hearts
When the shit
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
like a bad man I said come get me
Known to ball
I said I got it all
More writing on my body than a bathroom stall
Getting cash by the fist full
I graduated high school
I bought her a trailer
In a little park by the side of the road
I coulda had the Army, I coulda had the Navy
But no, I had
off the main highway Hung a left down a dirt road Tried to get a little shut eye Then deliver this payload
I'm a workin' man
On a Friday night
Fist full
and she shakin like she workin
Look - mami movin right, man I'm likin how she twerkin
Man she do it all night, like she ride with a purpose
And like
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