Lyrics:
the haters and wave em goodbye
Keep chasing dreams so while I'm alive
I'm out here workin'
Workin'
Man, you're out here lurking
Hurting
Man I'm out
me when I'm workin'
Overly dedicated and overly medicated, for certain
By her a brand new purse and it's gravy
I ain't talkin' Slim when I say these
and the time fly, you ain't even workin
Went by overnight you went from 18 to 30
Nothin goin on, never set a goal
Dreams can't come true, and now you gettin
I go by the name of Cassidy the hustler
And I got my boy Chubby Swag Jag with me
Larsiny family, and we always on our job man
We workin'
I got my
wanted to get outta there
They didn't know what to do
Their little brains is workin' overtime
That all changed one sunny day
That little boy dropped by
The word play we display
Can only convey the vibe when they DJ
Colonial rep but far from the empecee
Feel sorry for those who by stand innocently
gotta stay fly (fly, fly)
Workin' twice as hard just to get by
Gotta hustle hard, grindin' every day
Chasing paper, tryna make a way (yeah, yeah)
roll by
Groovin' to the bass line
Always workin' never waste time
Might just take five
For a drive
Steady cruisin' through the bayside
Pretty fly for
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
my worries
Lettin' father time slide right by so slow and breezy
Kick back, takin' it easy
I ain't against workin' naw I do it everyday
But now
People so mad
I went n got it by myself
Steady thinkin that i'm done
Hung my coat up on the shelf
Still workin on these riches
Ya
Workin on this
mile down
Workin' days, down in the night
Never walking in the sunshine
Sometimes he wondered why
The day, the lonely man would walk by
Little children
'Cause I've had a hard day today, man, you know
Let me see what's happenin' at the address 'fore I go home
How you doin'? I hope you're fine
Did your
this
Man, I'm so tired of these niggas
Man, I am so tired of these bitches
I'm so magnificent, studio workin'
I'm wearin' a top like I'm pimpin'
I'm being used
I did like they told me
I settled down
Now I'm going crazy
Workin' down town
What do I do here
Why do I stay
Who are all these
Well, I'd just roll my eyes and make a beeline for the door
But I'd always end up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor
Hanging on to every word
Man
to Cleveland
Drake made a song 'bout him
Man, he ain't even workin'
NCAA (Damn), we the young and dangerous (Damn)
We be ballin' hard, yeah, I just want
Workin workin workin workin workin workin
Workin workin
Yea I treat them verses just like
Sunday service (Hallelujah)
Hopping out the whip
I
And hey say, young man, there's no need to cry
Because I know you will get by
Look your destiny in the eye
Ooh everyday my heart burns to try
You got
Workin' like a dog for the boss man
Workin' for the company
I'm bettin' on the dice I'm tossin'
I'm gonna have a fantasy
But where am I gonna look
Your neck is burned your body's hurtin'
Boss man's been on your back all day
You're out there in the hot sun workin'
While he's sippin' iced tea
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
Everybody wanna know where you got your stuff
And you say "Oh man, I got the muthafuckin plug"
Everybody sayin', "Aye, where you get that from?"
Billy's back workin his job by day
Sleep'n nights it ain't so bad
Never liked stealin anyway
Kinda gives a guy the willies
Boney and Ma got a new cafe
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