Hardest Working Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
ENRGY made this one
Ha, yeah
They fucked up and wrongfully accused me, but right for assuming
I don't recommend my bad habits, but I highly consume em
Ain't never look back on no faux friends, I be choosing to lose them
If it ain't no tag up in the front, then the jeans Ksubi
That come up wasn't even shit, you just sinned for stupid
Before I ever touched a FL mix, I was still producing
Ride-Riding on the road to riches, had to ten and two it
Hit the door before this shit pop off, i feel the tension brewing
Don't get high off your own supply, that weed an investment
I was feening itching for the bag, you was feening to test it
You either with me or you not, the fuck you second guessing
I just spent $500 on some kicks, said give me size 11s
You lost to the Mandela effect, your whole life deceptive
I don't gotta worry about my fate, I know the time will tell it
And I don't give a fuck about what they say, I know the rhymes is selling
The only time I lie is to police all of your lies is selfish
Shit, Alright, let me chill
Don't never let hoes get between your money, that's for real
Told bro that I'ma get him out that sitch and that's the deal
I need an airtight alibi, can't get caught up, so vacuum seal it
How-How you feeling?
If you asked me then I'd say undefeated
Out of touch with myself, the old me been steady creeping
Money heal my pain, so I've been going band for band with my demons
I ain't cocky, I'm just confident, could say I'm too conceited
It's the opposite, what everybody think, you wouldn't believe it
I feel like Popovich, cause I'ma coach the team, so we all eating
Money topic, talk the reason, I'm the top pick for the season
I'm gon' bust me down to Carti and make these hoes stop breathing
I always say it how it is, like it's Pictionary
You'll find me search the realest youngin' in the dictionary
She don't even know you, man, you just fiction married
My dying wish, put hundreds in my casket when I'm dead and buried
The government listen and track, I don't talk through Siri
I was just a regular motherfucker with a boss up theory
You got in and told, and then said they caught you nearly
The ball in my court, so check up, bitch, fuck your jury
The way that y'all been crashing out they need to boost insurance
I'll delete the song and remake the hit just to show endurance
You stuck, in a dark place cause you don't know your purpose
I just went and fucked up marketplace with a big ass purchase
No, I don't do no battle rap, I just do these verses
Trying to finalize out of the way, just gotta do my service
For the countertop, the kitchen set, I need a marble surface
Earned every right to say this shit, I'm the hardest working
Ha, yeah, bitch
I'm the hardest working
Fuck
No days off