Work it Out ft. Rosay & J.Choppa Lyrics

I'm always trying to work it out, but you're steady putting me down

When I rise, you're going to see me in a crown

Don't cry, them tears gon' make you drown

I'm always trying to work it out, but you're steady putting me down

When I rise, you're going to see me in a crown

Don't cry, them tears gon' make you drown

Steady holding back the pain, you can see it in my face, I'm in my mental out of shape

so I had to switch lanes

We a chopper going up, we're going to blow it back today

Always in the United States, when we got it, back to chains

Limousines in the front, when we riding to the bay, thinking of our next hustle, how

we make it back today

When I hit my first mill, I plan on moving out of state

House in the hills, foreign cars in the driveway

Said you need some space, yeah, they really hurt me, nigga

I'm really got you, hear me back, I almost pulled the trigger

Me and chopper, we a do an auto trio

Low key really sucked on, they gon' see how we coming

We started from zero, flip it to a hundred

People gon' approve of us to fall, but we gunning

Remember I was broke, I ain't talking bout money

But now I'm living life steady, thumbing through these hundreds

I was busted with the game before we ever had a thing

Red beams at your brain, we was rocking gold chains

Driving down to the bay, almost every other day

Radio on, R.I.P

Mac dre, yeah, me and Rosay

Going up, we got it, back to chains

Take A, we gunna do the race

Limousines, chauffeurs, when we in the United States

Chopper's in the front, and we taking life

We don't give a fuck today

I'm always tryna work it out, but you steady putting me down

When I rise, you gon' see me in the crown

Don't cry, cause them tears gonna make you drown

I'm always tryna work it out, but you steady putting me down

When I rise, you gon' see me in the crown

Don't cry, cause them tears gonna make you drown

I pull up on the block just to see my niggas

Them day ones, my main ones, and they hit us

Dust yourself off, never be a gold digger

Cause chopper's gonna find you and hand you a gold shovel

I got that mad dro, and battles at the Mansion Hill

Party high speed, and my tooth's a slur

Cane in my body, I'm a boss tycoon

Hella hyphy in my white tee, with that iced out grill

Making my drink cold

Boy, get game

A game will get you dope

Beats, gold chains

Dropping five was my change in my Air Force One

Dropping dimes like I'm curry gumballs

In your face like a bedtime story

No words, true story

Just like I'm Slick Rick

I can pull your girl with the words I spit

True game, no lame

Switching lanes, getting brains

Clubbed, but I'm never out of bounds

And that whip, that's clean