Got Work Lyrics

Uh

And this shit too easy

This shit just too easy

(Bitch)

Uh, look, my money blue, I finally got work

They sick as fuck; call the doctors

Thinkin' back, I was broke but I never was an imposter

Skin white but my hair long; I'm like a Rasta

Put in work like a prostitute

Opportunity knockin' at my door

I'm hungry like I sleep on a floor

I'm tired of hearin' these faggots talk 'bout how they dripped in Dior

And then they call it fashion, nah homie, you gay as before

My style different but it used to not be

Every day rock a White-T, I'm normal boy, be like me

They say they life a movie but they lyin; they ain't Spike Lee

A lot of faces in this world, only a few you might meet; Make a good first impression

Shoutout my momma cause she birthed a legend

I'm twenty one but been the same since sixteen, I never learned my lesson

I talked to God, I think he heard the message

Told me 'stop hangin' with fools; You know bout birds and feathers'

Overzealous over the bread but what got me upset is;

Back when I ain't have shit they said it'd be like this forever

If I'da grown up any worse, I'da prolly killed him

Pockets heavy now; just to walk I feel like a body builder

The world you live in ain't the one you grew up in

Times changin', people get offended over nothin'

Somebody prolly mad I said 'faggot'

But it's cool, they'll let me say it if you just tell em that I suck dick (What!?)

They all backwards as fuck

How they mad at me for pointin' out the fact that Lizzo fatter than fuck? (Dayum!)

Tell Hollywood they need to pack that shit up

And stop fakin' for the cameras, that's the same place Rodney King got beat up

And boy don't fuckin' play no Carti around me

Baby Keem neither (Keem) turn that shit down, I know how children be soundin' (Weeaah!)

Typa music make me check my surroundings (what the fuck?)

They sound like shit, the engineer the one who got the real talent