Lyrics:
Brokers,policeman,executives,teachers,journalists
Janitors,architects,doctors,restaurant workers
Nurses,chief rockers
If you feel you're somebody
Be proud and show it!'Cause everybody's
pulled you over wit' a gun in ya' lap
And you ain't got the power to make it through this parade
The workers can't keep the profit - everything here is
all my niggas server
All my niggas workers, they know how to get it
See I'ma dog, come in your yard and take a shit
First I fuck her, then I feed her
workers
If you ask me you're just taking up space
I won't hesitate to smack fire out your face
I get to creepin' and to crawlin'
Shell cases get to fallin'
and good penmanship
No censorship, this is real as it gets
I'm a boss boy, you a worker
I'm a savage dog
My catalogue'll kill all rappers in a Versus
Luda!
the street
But those were the reasons and
That was New York
We were running for the money and the flesh
And that was called love for
The workers in song
learned how to dismount it
My landing was perfect a man with a purpose
I learned to resurface a boss but no workers
While you're sleepin', I'm lurkin'
I'm
Get money, that's the
Slick talk out of your mouth
That'll leave your partner missing
Project kitchin, where the workers whippin
If you don't make
timepiece, rainbow Tourbillon
Niggas still want me dead like Osam'
But they ain't gon' make it
They come at me wrong
Them niggas all workers
I'll smack
drugs?
Co-workers saw me on the
Corner slingin' Larry Love
Meanwhile, you workin' hard, like 2 or 3 jobs
Tryin' to feed me and my siblings
Makin' an honest
government workers on the furlough
Even though you’re already paid low
Remember only God can judge us
Forget the haters 'cause somebody elected us
And everyone
you and me
When he doesn't pay his workers
And he calls them slobs
It's only cause he cares about American jobs
Of course he's got your back
And he
That’s God’s tournament
Kendrick the Arthritis
Hand that hates to write this what’s good
I’m in your hood like workers of Midas
Purpose is to be righteous
road
Don't break the code
They drove back home when the sun went down
All the workers were headed out of town
Rushing to suppers and family nests
Relief
and
Before the working class, which is
We're going through the motions
We're the worker bees and they
Get to live like royalty
worker
After coming home from a hard day's work
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed with another man
(What the fuck?)
think you need to stop
Smokin' all that burnin' bush
Yeah, we're magical workers, man!
We hang with reindeers yo! Here's a GPS!
Who gets lost for forty
my pen and pad
Ghostwriters, they get to floss what you could've had
Record label takin' a loss, are you in your bag?
You a worker wantin' to chart,
the time
My life is in a bomb so Im standing in the county line
[Chorus]
I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker
She thinks I'm a fool but I
just keeps raining,' she
Thinks to herself, 'and it was just like being in an aquarium except it was all the
Shoppers and office-workers that were
and the workers when they whistle and they shout
I'd like to give them something to shout at me about
[Chorus]
I'm a very very complex person
I'm a very
ones in
Here the labor is so hard and the workers are so tired
And our weary hearts are yearning for a rest
And we find we're gettin' anxious to be
workers, to bring in all the dope
I can feel the bust and sure enough in comes the 5-0
Niggaz stayed relaxed but they was friskin niggaz up
If someone
want nuh nyamer
Dem nuh want nuh man fi come and treat them like nuh buyer
Gal dem want a worker, gal want a driver
Gal them want a man fi work
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