Lyrics:
get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in
gravity back
Adopted by the major I want my family back
People work hard just to get all their salary taxed
Look I'm just a writer from the ghetto like
they don't know the mental
People tend to bug 'cause their beats are hard but gentle
Africano lurks through the body of this youngin'
Play like Bobby
And now I'm trying to decide if I feel dirty at all
Cause it gets hard to tell
It's never just black and white she's got a mind of her own
And she
Hard times come and hard times go
The hardest things to understand are the new and the unknown
How long will we have to stay all cooped up in our
alright by me
I work plenty hard to earn my liv'n
Down on the river it's a piece of heaven
Go to church to be forgiven
Say my prayers just before dinner
timers puttin in work
like Mr. Frank he sold fruit, watermelons, and herbs
[Chorus]
Even though the times was hard
I didn't fear no man but God
you
I was raised in a country way, the way that it used to be
We work hard all damn day, a little sweat never bothered me
We play hard and we pray even
want to make that body jerk, no time 2 play, just do your work
'cause I'm a businessman takin' care of business, can I get a witness?
So come on out
there with my white chalk
Every day we'd ride bikes home through the schoolyard
We would eat, sleep, work just so we could play hard
Tired of calling
like this ?
Who ? Me? No. Of course not.
Oh. Don't you ever work at all?
Who ? Me ? Of course not.
Do you want to come and play with me now?
hmm, no no
will get better
Work hard and never give up every problem has a solution
You know dey call me kris the play maker
When i talk dem go say me i no reach
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
I always so love to my momma cause she always play her part
Before I came up out the whom all my life I had hard
Yeah all my life I had it hard I'm so
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't wanna here nothin'
Word Up, got to pay
Yeah, it's like that right
Blow his Back out, make his shoes work
day I won't play as much on your mind
I'm so hard to find
But just two days ago our hands intertwined
I've been thinking about us since two days
If
Yeah I'm motivated only care bout my paper
Dont care bout no hater
Bye bye see ya later
Work hard now then I can play later
Right now Im a B+ I'm
with voices so sweet
You will eat, by and by, in that glorious land above the sky
Work and pray, live on hay, you'll get high in the sky when you die
a queen like the B
Realize you could play like a video game
You put on your pocket the
Operator rhythm
I'll tell you that nothing could work in that sense
Too hard to resist, so I didn't
Should've walked away, but I couldn't
You shine bright as the sun
My summer has just begun
Your hand touched my
"Alright, cool, Jay"
But I gotta be at work by 3, it's midday
I can't go in smelling like weed, he said
"Okay" stop by the cheap tobacco store
Two swishers
time
We work hard
Make that dough
Rap for life
Change your flow
Here we go now
We work hard
Make that dough
Rap for life
Change your flow
Here we go now
That money stack tall but only partially my focus
So compassionate, struggle hard for me to cope with
Do a lot for others, not for credit
Well I take what you’ve got to offer
Any night, any day
Well she plays hard to get
And makes me work for nothing
Really makes me go wild
And I try,
.jpg/277px-Wiz_Khalifa_Stavernfestivalen_2018_(231822).jpg "Wiz Khalifa")
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