Division of Labor ft. Lok & YC3 Lyrics

I'll be waving back

As I'm racing past

Been chasing cash

While they break my bag

I'm just taking laps

If I face the facts

Man, it ain't so bad

At least the days go fast

I'll be waving back

As I'm racing past

Been chasing cash

While they break my bag

I'm just taking laps

If I face the facts

Man, it ain't so bad

At least the days go fast

Two Backwoods and black coffee for breakfast

On the phone at my computer desk

Talking in metrics

They call it felony possession

With intent to distribute

But I called up my connection

Cause my motherfucking rent due

Would you like to contribute

Or tell my boss I need a raise

Well then the marathon continues

Til they offer a living wage

Same book different page

I'm just thumbing through the paper

While waiting on my runner

I owe thundercat a favor

Gunning down a stranger

Be the least of his concerns

He'll kill to give his baby

The upbringing she deserves

Lot of things he need to learn

Many temptations to compete with

And I told him being real

Got nothing to do with street shit

Everybody want to be rich

And who am I to fault them

Ain't no secret

Life is easier

With wealthy people problems

Can't help you if you got them

We been poor for generations

Pardon me

Bro knocking

With important information

Just take a second to listen

Envision what I envision

Poverty stricken

Made no difference

Still evolved around privilege

Place myself in a position

Where only the strong survive

Forever loyal

Never meant to lose control of the time

Rarely surprised

To see a lack of foundation

Got it hotter than the kettle

In the ghetto

Smacking down a sucker

Duck for cover

When it let go

Niggas wanna run up

No wonder

They end up dead bro

Told me to get the bundle

And never be unprepared

Loyalty is rare

Called upon to demonstrate

With no time to spare

Cannot compare

To what I generate

Standards that won't deviate

So much been sacrificed

Life gone in a flash

Will I be satisfied

When I go to sleep

I like my shorty by my side

When the system spat me out

She was there to keep me alive

Monopolies tighten their grips

Clenching on our spines

Just need to hit rewind

too much happiness declined

Wish I could freeze time

Then maybe it would all be fine

Just sublime

How's smoking weed a crime

For some it's fine

But for others it's more than just a fine

It's prison time

A joint for five years of your fucking life

Locked inside

Dreaming of making it out to paradise

Wish I could roll a pair of dice

That could suffice

To explain why some prosper

And others can't afford to buy rice

Why some get plenty of time

And others don't have time to think twice

They say Rest In Peace

But I think we gon rest in pressure

Like tempered diamonds of the earth

Gonna rise to any level

I'm gon live my fucking life

And some will call me a rebel

Because I stopped

Looked up

And took my foot off the pedal

Take that chance

It could take us far

Now shake my hand

And have a seat in my car

Stick to the plan

Don't quit on me now

Call me in a jam

When that shit go down

Take that chance

It could take us far

Now shake my hand

And hop your ass in my car

Stick to the plan

Don't quit on me now

Call me in a jam

And we'll figure that out

You see them boys on a roll

Just call them honey and butter

Dug they paws all in your bowl

Because they hungry and stubborn

Ain't got shit for you to hold

Need that money for supper

Inflation out of control

Been getting ugly for a hustler

We on our way to recover

Every dollar that you owe us

Inhaling new aromas

In a TRD Tacoma

Hop your ass up off that sofa

Come and meet us outside

Go to make my nightly quota

Ain't got the freedom

To believe in down time

You gon watch me count mine

And serve me compliments backhand

While you holding in the smoke

Like you down to your last gram

Thought I told you I had plans

Be prepared when I slide through

Your shop with my night crew

Or thundercat can swipe you

Make the right move

Or get your whole board ran down

You on the clock

Call your shot

Before the young bull ram clowns

I don't reach for handouts

Couldn't manage by myself

If you wanna rock the belt

You better find some corner help

Now go