Lyrics:
Has found a way to chase their dreams
And did it so discreet
I found the key and put the work in and
Let my fans come find me
'Cause every word I speak
camp, got me dealin' with major pain
But if you ain't puttin' in major work, you ain't get a major gain
Spray pesticide cause they be buggin', I said
I been on my lows couldn't find the way
I hit two in a row couldn't count the day
I knew I'm gon blow just don't know the day
I put in the work
dropped and I felt like I failed so I got back to work
cnd I'm in the camp held by since the 80s but the weed before I put my grams in a grave
FTH
When you're a star, you just shine
But when you're a Trop Star, you shine brighter
You got another thing comin'
If you think I put this work in for
was work for every single hand, we thought,
Work for every single hand.
The Joads rolled in to the Jungle Camp,
It was there that they cooked them
Shouldn't have been slippin', hollow tips gone have him sleepin' too long
Beams work better than a scope
He got a red dot on his throat
I pull the trigger,
I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin' in Opa-locka, floppin'
four in ya
One handstand on top of yo ninja
Crash it, doc stir the madness
'Til y'all outta work like Tony Atlas
Walking, cans in the laundry basket
out
I'm in dat Range truck
Timmy got me fuckin' blinged up
Last year I was broke now my wings up
I put dat work in
Nigga you not my bredren
44 Mac when
I don’t know how but I gotta make it work
Got it from the ground yea I got it from the dirt
I can’t settle down till I’m flyest on the Earth
Go
Very much a work in progress!
Tyler, The Creator is he
Extremely ridiculous? Yes is
He extremely talented? Definitely we
Are about to
Embark
runnin the game fuck that walkin shit my hard work and grit made me poppin bitch
You stupid if you tryna count me out its best for the people to count me
I am a coalminer
And I'm sure I wish you well
I was born in old Kentucky
In a coal camp, born and bred
I know about old beans
Bulldog gravy
Too groovy to handle
Write what they don’t want, my duty is vandal
Who need a sample?
Put in work in the pandemic, Julius Randle
We don’t do tantrums
the turf, yet in every verse you
claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness
to your fuckin work, so ya never had no buiness, so
save the drama
(okay)
I just be playin' gallery flares, feel like Camp Lo (this is NY)
Hat low, I'm high though, my mind in is a spiral
They ask me if I'm sure, I say,
bloody boots
Yea I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin in
I ain't going to go to work, I ain't going to go to school
Life is just too complicated, to be somebody's fool
My side of the mountain, my side
any regrets?
And y'all, dukes are lame don't let 'em back in
What? You ain't heard? Keep at it again
Yo, it's cold at the camp but I'm in it till it's
yeah!
[Chorus: Jayo] (2x)
Y'all better tell, 'cause I hurt that nigga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga
Put some bitches all in to work
who's a witness, to your fuckin' work
So you never had no bid'ness, so save the drama, jerk
Niggas straight kill me, knowing that they pranksters
This
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
Tarzan's a black man
So I'm waiting for a break in the record company
So I could take you MC's, back to camp I mean
'Cause with a flick of my wrist, I
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